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COLUMBUS IN LOVE. 



TOWN by the Guadalquivir near the 
Christianized mosque were the Alca- 
zar and the bishop’s palace, where the 
' court was held and the many foreign knights 
and illustrious persons from all countries in 
Spain seeking war or employment required a daily 
throne reception. The queen had but to change her 
chamber and her gown and be ready with her king 
consort for the day’s business. 

Isabella wore a silken embroidered dress and train, open in front 
to show a quilted petticoat of blue velvet with rows of pearl crosses ; 
her belt was of Damascus-work with silver filigree in tone like her 
silvery dress, and her corsage, cut nearly square, revealed upon her 

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388 


COLUMBUS IN LOVE. 


bosom and its lace bordering a necklace of blue sapphires and dia- 
monds. Her head-dress was the small Spanish cap of white lace, 
showing her copious red hair in front and back. 

Her maids behind her chair were only four, dressed nearly the 
same as their queen. 

King Ferdinand sat beside her, and when she rose and advanced a 
step on public business he rose but advanced not. 

Ferdinand looked the younger, and his attire was so plain that his 
good-natured and animated face, fresh from a morning ride upon the 
sierra, was a spot of pleasing light in that high-windowed room. He 
acted as if he had nothing to do but to attend his wife, the sole sov- 
ereign of Castile, and this easy indolence gave a boyish demureness, 
like comedy, to his open, white, child-like forehead, with its long curls 
of chestnut hair. Pretty were his mouth and nose, in keeping with 
this unaggressive face and eyes like the morning sky. He wore a sort 
of dressing-gown or state robe, bordered with a fur like his hair, its 
sleeves and breast figured in low tone, and his small plain collar was 
turned over at the throat. 

He was but thirty-six years of age, and had been married to Queen 
Isabella nearly half his life. To obtain her, the great prize of politics, 
he had let his education go, and to retain and consolidate their power 
he had fought and planned nearly all their reign. Love, that was once 
their romance, had become a partnership. 

He hunted still like a boy, rode in the tournaments when the queen 
assented, and had a record as a gallant which added to his popularity 
with everybody in Spain but the queen. 

The errantries of her husband probably deepened the sorrow and 
piety of Isabella’s life, whose mother’s insanity and her own rising 
family added their domestic weight to the melancholy conviction that 
her absolute sway could not bring her what her commonest subject had 
found, a constant husband. 

The queen’s face was rather heavy in the cheeks, her sweetness of 
expression somewhat too seriously settled ; she was above all a mother, 
to her people, her children, and her priests. 

The ladies of the court, captained by Bobadilla, had a hard time to 
please both Isabella and Ferdinand. 

Selfish as other kings, Ferdinand was a bold spark, and the changes 
of his countenance, even now, when he threw a comic glance at the 
court ladies, never smiling, and immediately afterward put on the 
dignity of the consort to bow with the queen to a delegation, made a 
by-play which tore the inward risibilities of the suite. 

The delegation with Colon, or Columbus, entered, and the queen 
immediately picked out the countenance of that mariner as eminently 
pure and Galilean. He had walked with fishermen and come hither 
with his disciples. 

Columbus did not know that a freshly-discovered amour of her 
perfect-looking spouse was the cause of something like adoration in 
the great queen’s gaze at himself. It thrilled and exalted the sailor’s 
soul. 

He hesitated at the brink of the Moorish rug on which she stood ; 


COLUMBUS IN LOVE 


389 



HE BENT HIS HEAD AND KISSED HER HAND WITH A HAPPY SIGH, 






390 


COLUMBUS IN LOVE. 


she looked at him so kindly that his knee dropped. She came another 
step forward, and he advanced by another knee. Into his extended 
hands she placed one of hers, and he bent his head and kissed it with 
a happy sigh. King Ferdinand drew Isabella back, but as he did so 
extended the other hand and shook Columbus by the open palm. 

Yet Ferdinand looked at neither. 

He saw the noble presence of Beatrix Enriquez back in the 
Moorish archway, and looked straight at her. A consummate king, 
he thus acted the spouse, sovereign, and falconer in one moment. 

The maids of honor caught the significance and dared not look at 
each other. Ferdinand added to their tortures by a censorious half- 
glance in their direction. 

“ My liege,” spoke old Cardinal Mendoza, stepping forth in his 
crimson cap and cape of red buttoned at his breast-bone, “ here is a 
man, — the Bishop Deza ” 

Deza started at the word. 

“ I say,” continued Mendoza, “ the Bishop Deza ; there is but one 
of the name valiant for Spain and against heresy. To me the late 
Fray Deza brought a beauteous woman whom he confesses; she pro- 
duced this navigator, who has a great tale to tell and help to offer us. 
By your leave I promised him a very little time. If he exceeds it he 
is not our man. — Speak out, son Colon, and have no fear if thou hast 
no guile !” 

Colon rose, and with his finger motioned toward- the arched entrance, 
and from among them there Joab Nunez, his innkeeper in Cordova, 
advanced with some papers and other things and stood as assistant. 

The queen and all looked at the little delegation by the portal and 
down the arch. Among them were several of the Arana family, to 
which Beatrix belonged, living here in Cordova, already cultivated by 
Columbus, and vaguely expectant of something he might get for them ; 
and some kind priests of their pastorate had come along. 

Bartholomew Columbus had Noama, the captive Moor, by the 
hand. Beatrix brought her half-brother, young Pedro Arana, a 
pretty lad, to be her protector. 

She was remarked by all to resemble the queen as well as the 
queen’s friend, Bobadilla, but in her favor was that which crowns can 
never buy, a dozen years of youth less than they. 

The mental labor of knowing Columbus, a season’s growth in ideas, 
in training and love, had worn Beatrix thinner and taken from her 
the large and lazy Andalusian mould. Her passion to restore her 
place at court gave a fine consciousness to her bearing now, but it was 
subordinate to anxiety, since her soul had come under the dominion of 
a man, and that man’s cause was now to be judged. 

“ I could lay down my life for him, God knows !” she thought, 
“ if it could win his suit.” 

Thus alert for her lover at every point, Beatrix noted the steady, 
admiring gaze of King Ferdinand, so respectful and gentle that it 
encouraged her heart with the wildest hopes. 

She had captured Deza, and he was now a bishop ; Mendoza, and 
her blandishments to him had fetched them here ; and now Columbus 


COLUMBUS IN LOVE. 


391 


was eye to eye with the Queen of Castile, who had given him her hand 
to kiss. 

What remained but the favor of the King of Aragon, who now 
stood looking at Beatrix as kindly and boyishly as if he had been her 
passive and wondering young brother, whose hand she held ! 

Nothing seemed to stand in the way of that favor but a remem- 
brance. 

Was this Ferdinand the same at heart as a Ferdinand who had once, 
in her more maiden years, pursued Beatrix with a married man’s love? 

“ A change has come over me, too !” thought Beatrix. “ I had 
then never been awakened to charity and pure affection as I am now. 
Surely in Ferdinand’s heart is a noble place I might arouse. I might 
tell him of my love !” 

If Colon, or any of his followers there, felt their worldly poverty 
in numbers and panoply, they underrated the power of humility. 
With great friends in attendance their purpose would have been 
commonplace. With children and plain, good people to support it 
to her throne, Isabella and all present looked upon the delegation 
with curiosity and kindness. 

“ Senor Colon,” spoke the queen, “ be not hurried. We have heard 
modest report of you. Our spouse and your king — I hope you are a 
Spaniard — is a wise and watchful man and appreciates great ideas.” 

The king, though looking at Beatrix, leaned forward and inclined 
his head to Columbus. 

“ I have been a sailor,” spoke Columbus, “and know that in great 
perils we must give our commands short. Gracious queen, victorious 
king, I come with knowledge and lay it, as a sailor, at your feet. 
My way of life has been very far away, where few captains have 
sailed. Out there on lonely islands to the west, I, a poor, not wholly 
illiterate man, had placed in my ears rumors of another world, and in 
my hands books of the ancient learning. They assert together, the 
sailors and the sages, that by a few weeks of continuous sailing to the 
west I shall reach India. I offer myself to take this expedition, which 
I have sought aid to perform for years. It has ruined my life ; it has 
covered me with poverty ; I know not where to lay my head. But 
there are kings and queens : I will still appeal to them in the name of 
Ideas. Glorious monarchs, be thrice glorious by what I offer you. 
There is more renown in Caesar’s name that he discovered Britain than 
that he subdued Pompey. If in your reign the earth be gone all round 
and India found nearest to Spain, how many kingdoms like Britain 
and Spain can be cut out of India !” 

“You say the earth is round?” asked King Ferdinand, so kindly 
that it seemed to Beatrix he drew the question from her heart. 

Joab Nunez held up an orange curiously peeled. Columbus took 
it, and in the same fluid Italian Spanish resumed : 

“This is a sphere: the great Greeks, who lived before our Master 
came, proclaimed our world to be like it. After our Master came, 
continual wars to gain the victory obscured all ancient knowledge, till, 
here in Cordova, where we are, wise scholars among the Moors plucked 
back that ancient knowledge from ” 


392 


COLUMBUS IN LOVE. 


He took a paper from Nunez’s hands. 

“ From Aristotle, pupil of Plato, who taught the pagans the exist- 
ence of the soul. The teacher taught the Soul ; his scholar taught the 
Sphere. Do we not still believe in immortality? Shall we reject the 
Sphere ? Eternity is said to be represented by the circle, which is 
without beginning or end, but much rather by the sphere, which is of 
infinite circles. See, most learned Highness, how many circles I have 
made you upon this orange. As many more can be made as the world 
is bigger than the fruit. Here is the circle the Portuguese are taking 
to reach India, upon their belief that Africa is a peninsula like Spain. 
They must then return as far again around that probable cape to com- 
plete their quest. But we, Castile and Aragon, need go but half as 
far, following the golden cables of the sun, to reach the Indies here!*’ 

He pulled something out of the orange where he had denoted the 
Western Indies. The queen looked at the orange; King Ferdinand 
took the other thing from Columbus, and said, innocently, — 

“ This seems to be a woman’s hair-pin.” 

The queen, not hearing the diversion, more innocently asked, — 

“ Have you gone so far ?” 

Spanish ceremonial gravity was for some time convulsed among the 
courtiers, but Beatrix, though at some distance, identified the cause of 
the disturbance at once, and the king lifted the hair-pin up and 
looked toward her, and sanctimoniously raised his eyes as if he held 
his rosary. 

A look of humility changed to anger on Colon’s face. Following 
it back, the queen turned and seemed astonished. 

“ Only the coincidence of a lady’s hair-pin for this mariner’s stake- 
boat!” piped old Cardinal Mendoza, giving the pin back. Beatrix was 
indignant, but her eyes were cast down. 

“ Are you married, sefior ?” asked the scrupulous queen. 

“ A widower, your Highness. I have a son whose estate in these 
new lands — for he has no land else — is my one selfish interest.” 

“ That is as honorable as your love of learning,” said the queen. 
“ We have many a grandee who loves himself more than his son.” 

The king became so particularly interested in science here that he 
addressed Colon : 

“ By the queen’s leave, why did the Moors here dismiss their learn- 
ing, if they had gained it from the Greeks ?” 

“ The cry of heresy was raised against the teacher.” Columbus 
looked at Nunez’s memorandum, and added, “ The Cadi and physician, 
Ibn Iioshd, or Averroes, was cast down from his Grand-Muftiship and 
made to do penance at the door of mosques, and brought to dismal 
indigence, as I may be, because he taught from Aristotle. The Moors, 
rejecting wisdom, soon lost everything, O king ! till now from their 
Cordova your artillery and powder breach their cities, your learned 
engineers put roads up their sierras. By discovery and learning you 
shall beat the Moors!” 

“ By God and St. James, also !” said the queen. 

“ He is the prince of light !” Columbus quickly added. “ Heaven 
also throws our shadow on the moon when it is eclipsed, and we are 


COLUMBUS IN LOVE. 


393 


round. Believe me, I have seen different stars from ours in other 
climes which circle ever : the pole-star has not the same height seen 
from different places on our earth. The great Seneca, who was born 
here in Spain, says an immense land shall be revealed west of this 
country. Oh, hear the voice of learning from the grave, older than 
the Holy Testaments, which cry, ‘ Seek, and ye shall find ! Knock, 
and it shall be opened unto you !’ ” 

The letter of Toscanelli was produced by Squire Nunez and read 
by Colon. He quoted to Cardinal Mendoza the authorities upon “ The 
World’s Image” by Cardinal Cambray and the measurement of the 
globe by Ptolemy. The book of Esaias, Saint Augustine, Isidore, and 
Dante were affirmed to support his view. 

“ If this is all so well proved, sailor,” asked King Ferdinand, 
“ what shall be your merit in the affair?” 

“ That I believed it above all others, yonr Highness, and became 
its apostle ! In no other cause would I be a beggar. If I give away 
my home, my son, my middle life, and provision for old age, for this 
sublime end, can your Highness, out of your abundance, believe to the 
extent of a ship or two? For until now no step has been taken to 
find the farther Ind. All have conjectured, none have tried. The hoary 
truth has become so near a fable that sacred kings and queens dispute 
it. Is it nothing to expand this world, to place Spain and Christ in 
lands which never saw the Cross, and to pay the expenses of wars 
against the Moor and Turk from mines and trade as great as those 
lands shall prove to be ? And to me, high sovereigns, a poor Italian, 
there is a glorious phoenix called Knowledge ; not the knowledge of 
the drone in the convent library, but the knowledge which gives 
courage to the soldier of God ! I will brave the night, the tempest, 
the spectres and demons, as far as the ending of the wave, if end it 
must, and if I bring nothing back my soul shall strive in loyal faith 
to send some token from the grave, to tell you I endeavored.” 

He had not been half an hour, and if his fervor would have taken 
him too far, an episode prevented him ; for the people at the arched 
entrance in the corner were now forced against the wall by ushers, and 
there entered the prince Juan with his companions from the school- 
room, the procession closed by their tutor, Alexander Geraldini. 

The grandees and ecclesiastics looked on to see the prince, who had 
advanced before his classmates, kneel to his parents and lead his com- 
panions in the shout “ Castile ! Castile !” and then he approached 
Colon, whose eyes were full of tears. The pathos of children trying 
to be men softened every heart, as Colon knelt to Prince Juan. 

u Rise, senor, knight of Jerusalem! Welcome to our court!” 
piped up the prince’s voice. “ You have sought for Prester John and 
sent him comfort in his Christian land, though it was too far to go that 
way. Now be our Admiral of the Indies and seek him in the West. 
Grandees of Castile, what say you ?” 

“ Castile and India !” shouted the children. 

Beatrix saw Alexander Geraldini turn in the echo of their voices 
and look tenderly at her. Nobly had he kept his word, to bring 
Colon’s cause home to the queen’s heart. 


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COLUMBUS IN LOVE. 


Alas ! that unrequited love must be his reward for such exquisite 
aid to his rival in her heart ! 

Geraldini now presented the friends of Columbus, that mariner 
standing by, and when Bartholomew Columbus came up the queen 
remarked, — 

“ Is not this our bluff admirer in the late cavalcade? Sir, I fear 
you have not your brother’s piety.” 

“ Our family cut me out, your Highness, to be my brother’s mate. 
He is a great man for the charts ; I for the forecastle ; brother Iago for 
the Church. Now, that is a union of the scholastic, spiritual, and 
executive qualities. By your Highness’s gracious assistance Cristoval 
shall find you the lost half of the earth, Iago shall sprinkle it with 
his hyssop, and I will keep it in order. We three brothers never 
disagree.” 

Beatrix Enriquez was presented, and Isabel regarded her well and 
with some gravity, for she was fairer than the queen had heard, 
and women do not like to see their lost splendors still perfect upon 
another being. When Beatrix was put at ease by the king, after the 
queen’s too formal bow, Isabel said to Don Andreas Cabrera and his 
wife, — 

“ Was I ever as beautiful as she?” 

“ You are like her now, dear Highness,” said Bobadilla. 

“ There are sweet blue eyes and female sensibilities,” Cabrera said, 
“in that bold mould of the Arana. I am minded by her of your 
maiden hopes and swooning terrors when wife and I alone were your 
wise virgins watching for your bridegroom with our lamps trimmed. 
Yes, she is very like you.” 

“ Ah !” spoke Isabella, “ at her age what devotion I had from 
Ferdinand !” 

“ Who has given you, dear, o’er-zealous queen, clusters of human 
fruit to make your household like the vine,” Cabrera responded. 
“ You have taken from Ferdinand some love and given it to these 
your lush children. Then accuse not Ferdinand, who has not all your 
love. Suppose the women loved him not : how that would wound 
you, too !” 

The queen talked with Senor Colon like one ardent for knowledge, 
and Ferdinand gave Beatrix his attention. 

“ Beauty without riches,” low spoke Ferdinand, “ owes to its liege 
king the taxes of sympathy. Dona Beatrix, you pay me my due in 
cruelty alone.” 

“ Can you need sympathy, my lord ?” 

“ Sympathy I do not need, lovely nun of honor that you are ! I 
seize the moment I have, between your tyranny and my consort’s, to 
call you Beatrix, cousin, angel ! Look down, or Isabel will see you ! 
Blush, and she will suspect me !” 

“ I will do neither, Lord Ferdinand. I have been too oft admired 
to blush. Shall I look down when you have called me cousin ? Holy 
Church forbids cousins to love.” 

“ Say church to me, Beatrix, and I disown you as my cousin ! Am 
I not churched enough with Saint Cecilia yonder?” 


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“ I am proud to be her subject and Christ’s, liege sir !” 

“ Pyoud is no word for piety ; the beauty you retain so well has 
had some attention from you. Now blush, for I shall say that you 
are really proud of seeing Ferdinand your slave.” 

His ardent look and trembling whisper bore out his word of one 
enslaved : she blushed and looked down. 

The pain, the mighty compliment of supplanting the queen, the 
delightful treason it implied in the revolutionary Spanish heart, the 
shame, the weakness, the elevation and the depth, boiled and chilled 
by turns the blood of Beatrix Enriquez. Gentle grew the tones of 
the King of Aragon, youthful seemed his warm brown hair; he was 
younger than Colon, and no woman of a lover. 

“ Fair cousin, whose honor has kept thee so long from thy deserts,” 
continued Ferdinand, “ it is not the male who speaks to Beatrix now, 
but the injured prince. I am not in my own country, and the Queen 
of Castile treats me as a hostage and stints me of her power. At my 
time of life the boon of love is dearest of all. Never could I love and 
be grateful as now. Lift up thy head, Beatrix, my saint, and deceive 
the queen, who looks at us !” 

“Never!” struggled the voice of the Andalusian maid. 

“ Never shall thy sailor have a ship till we have beaten the 
Moors,” Ferdinand spoke aloud, — “at least not out of the starved 
purse of Aragon.” 

“ Castile has not said no,” came from slightly-nettled Isabella. 

“ Bless you, my liege !” cried Beatrix, kneeling to Isabel. “ The 
king but tries my fidelity ” 

“ To Senor Colon ? I hear that you love him, and approve the 
course of your heart, dona,” spoke Isabella. 

“ That is a different blush now,” whispered Ferdinand, as Beatrix 
looked wise and looked down, all mantling blushes. “ If yonder is 
your good man, I shall be his friend. Remember, dear mistress, that 
even in Castile the law of Ferdinand at last prevails and forbids. No 
man is here but myself and old Mendoza.” 

“ I live for Colon ; have pity on him !” 

“ I will. At dawn to-morrow both of you go hawking with me 
on the sierra. I will send horses for you at The Cid. Answer my 
horn, and you will be Marchioness of the Indies, cousin.” 

The voice of Isabel announced the conclusion of the matter : 

“ Lord Cardinal Mendoza, this subject I think right to be sent to 
our University at Salamanca, whose doctors may not decide it without 
good leaven of holy theologians ; for not one step will Castile take 
without her clergy ! When do we strike this camp, King Ferdinand ?” 

“ To-morrow,” answered Ferdinand, — “ unless we hawk.” 

“ I hawk not, consort. If you must rise so betimes, I will take 
my ladies to mass instead.” 

The court ladies caught Ferdinand’s bland look not quite so cheer- 
fully, but gazed at Beatrix, whom they had watched better than the 
queen. 

“ Unless we hawk !” sighed Ferdinand to Beatrix, and passed away 
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The court filed out with ceremony. 

Beatrix was left with her brother and with Colon. * 

“ They will break my heart at Salamanca,” Colon sighed. “ Could 
you do no more for me ?” 

“ Sister, do help the captain ! The king will help you, sister,” 
young Pedro Arana cried. 

A horn without winded the hawking air, — 

Away the bird, away the bird ! 

Why doth he spring and scream so loud ? 

Say but the word, say but the word, 

And be my bird to part the cloud ! 

If not to war why springs the bird ? — 

Love speeds the wing, Love speeds the wing : 

Say but the word, say but the word, 

And be the bird at which I spring ! 


CHAPTER II. 

DOVING AND HAWKING. 

The man of genius was a child upon the hands of Beatrix as they 
left the old Alcazar and aimlessly wandered through the gardens of 
the Moorish kings. Few places of privacy were left amidst the bil- 
leted soldiery, who made of every edifice a barrack, and from the walls, 
as they climbed a tower, the bridge of Augustus Caesar was seen 
densely crowded, and the bare hills across the Guadalquivir, speckled 
with the marquees of Ferdinand’s army. 

“ I wish I had my tomb in yonder emerald mountain, and could 
take with me to perish the secret of the Indies !” Columbus bitterly 
said, pointing across the saw- teethed wall to the sierra. 

“ Oh, you do not,” Beatrix sighed, petting him, and yet needing 
strength from him who was so weak. “ It is for others, Colon, that 
you are working, not for yourself. What but you, my love, keeps 
wilfulness from me this moment ? Kiss me ! Do kiss me ! I care 
not who sees me, so that it is you.” 

“ They cannot dismay me, but they can fret me till I am no more 
Columbus,” he said, not heeding her endearment. “ The change has 
come to my hair ; next it will come to my hands and in my heart. I 
cannot navigate my ship when it comes : I shall be useless as my old 
father was, and seek to do business when I am become imbecile. 
Great God ! my business of restoring the world !” he finished with a 
sob. 

“ Thank your friendly saint, Cristoval, that you are not among 
your own people and are only put off by strangers. Oh, my love, 
if you had but something they could rob you of, then would you know 
how hard is man. Remorseless kings !” 

“ I will go to my own. Italy is the land where worthy thoughts are 
cherished, where war is a beautiful art, like music and painting, and 
the princes love poetry and learning. Poor old Genoa will not dispute 


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with me, nor turn me over to the priests to be mocked. Yes, accursed 
be the kings of the earth, who steal but do not discover !” 

“ Amen ! Amen !” 

“ To examine me, who have been to Thule, upon my geography ! 
Me, who can steer by the stars, letting go of God’s hand and of land 
and of all their lights and laws ! You do not know the oppression 
that captivity and public spirit feel in the familiarity of the common 
jury of mankind. We expect the rich to love their money and refuse 
it to us without security. We understand the lust and selfishness of 
absolute kings. But to be examined upon our learning, our mathe- 
matics, our genius, that we know full well, by a stale conventicle 
of monks, is the very crucifixion of the Son of God.” 

“ I believe in you ; I follow you afar off, like — like Mary the 
Magdalen.” 

Beatrix shuddered. 

“ Oh that I had my mother here ! — that I had my son !” Columbus 
sighed. “ She said of me, ‘ He can do anything he wishes.’ And 
Diego, my boy, thinks I am getting rich. What precious tears would 
fall on me now if I told him how poor I am ! If I could but lay my 
head on mother’s breast and be her little son. But she is in the grave, 
that blessed rest denied only by the Church. They cannot lay their 
spells upon the sea, thank Nature ! and call the ocean unconsecrated 
ground. Come, my friend, and turn pirate with me ! Let us steal a 
realm, like the Guiscards and Vassilis, and with its revenues hunt the 
Indies down, not for these kings, but for man.” 

“And woman, I hope.” 

“ Woman and children too. There was a thing the old Greeks had 
they called Liberty, when the gods were many and dwelt in groves, 
fields, and air. May we not find it on the Western wave? Ye-ho !” 

“ Ye-ho !” a cheery voice repeated in the garden below the tower. 

It was Nunez, the Saint Wholesome of Cordova, and he called 
again : 

“ You have done well — for a starter. After that speech you made 
to-day, noble Colon, I expect you to go through Salamanca and the 
doctors like a bombard. But to ease your spirits and Beatrix’s, who 
wa§ my star, I have saddled sundry and several donkeys to carry us up 
the sierras to the Rizzifah and have a picnic. The lunch is all pro- 
vided. Bishop Deza goes with us, and my little Moor, and Brother 
Bart. Let us eat, drink, and be merry.” 

“ For to-morrow we die,” something said to Beatrix. 

Soon they were travelling up the mountain in the late autumnal 
weather, but not all were merry as fitted the occasion. 

Bishop Deza was ambitious in his new honors. 

Columbus also was ambitious and thinking of the morrow. 

Beatrix was thinking of the morrow too, and of the king’s engage- 
ment. In every bugle blown up to them from the agitated camps 
seemed to float the sounds of King Ferdinand’s horn. 

Columbus and his friends looked down on decaying Cordova, which 
since its conquest by Saint Ferdinand had been travelling the way to 
death. 


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“ Seville has taken our place,” Beatrix said. “ After Granada is 
captured we shall be despised the more. The end of everything seems 
at hand.” 

“ That is the case just before a starter,” observed Nunez. “ Our 
friend Colon is going to catch a comet by the tail and cut it open like 
this fowl, of which I entreat your opinion. Here is a goatskin of 
new wine which has already burst the bottle, as in the parable. We 
will pass it from mouth to mouth, fraternally, as if 
this were the last supper of the Discoverer’s dis- 
ciples.” 

“ Brother Cristoval, when are you 
to be married ?” asked Brother Bar- 
tholomew. 

“To-day, I 
hope,” spoke Deza, 
taking his mouth 
from the wine- 
skin. “ The 


“BROTHER CRISTOVAL, WHEN ARE YOU TO BE MARRIED?” 


clergy are on a strike: after to-day the price of marriages is to be 
raised. An aristocratic marriage in Andalusia will cost the price of a 
farm and stock.” 

“ Why so, as the king is killing his subjects sufficiently fast ?” from 
Bartholomew. 

“ War prices,” answered Deza. “ The clergy must eat.” 

“ King Ferdinand has an eye upon Helen of Troy, I think,” con- 
tinued bluff Bartholomew, gazing at Beatrix and his brother. “ Here 
is the bishop, here are two lovers ; and delays breed dangers. Why 
not be married here on the B-izzifah ?” 

“Bartholomew, you must go to England this night,” Columbus 
interrupted. “ Make way to Bristol, where we have mariner friends : 
they will take you to the Lancastrian’s court. England is all com- 
posed by Henry’s marriage to the Princess of York. If he dallies 


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with you, go straight to France and close with that king, whose realm 
is now free of foreigners. This is our year.” 

“ I believe it,” said Bart. “ But love is so near to my brother, and 
I know his dependent and languishing nature so well, that I would 
leave him behind me in the arms of love.” 

Beatrix closed her long black lashes over her blue eyes and awaited 
her fate. 

“ You do not know me,” spoke Columbus to his brother, “ if you 
suppose that I would compromise my greater purpose with domestic 
peace. It is only when cast down that my mind grows clear and sees 
the Indies with their river-dripping peaks stand splendid in my faith. 
As from my low and pitching bark I shall descry that sublime realiza- 
tion, so now at the bottom of my disappointment the enterprise looks 
more reasonable than ever. I raise my price: the King of Spain 
must yield every item of my demands before I close with him.” 

His face was settled, and he looked at none, but upward where the 
sierra rolled afar to the west like some heaving wave of ocean’s bosom. 

“This is but audacity,” said Bishop Deza. “Son Colon, our 
sovereigns like not thy high and foreign spirit.” 

“ I have been meek, father, and it advantaged me not. Nay, let 
not him who brings salvation kneel and implore that it be accepted !” 

“ Salvation ?” repeated Deza. 

“ Yes, salvation. I look for the day when the Church itself will 
ask for land to give it shelter, and the Bishop of Rome seek patrimony 
from Colon.” 

“ Senor, are you not ungallant to refuse a lady to her face ?” asked 
Alexander Geraldini, with a respectful glance toward Beatrix. 

“ My son,” Columbus spoke absently, “ shall be a prince in spite 
of them : I owe it to his mother.” 

The flush of vexation on Beatrix’s face altered to a feeling of pride 
in Colon’s pride. 

“ Alexander,” she said, “ I could not love him if he were not like 
this. How much nobler, greater, than Ferdinand !” 

“ Ferdinand ! the king?” ejaculated Deza. 

“ Yes, father, Ferdinand to woo a woman would belittle his queen. 
Colon would not belittle his son to make me his wife.” 

“This pride of caste,” said Joab Nunez, “is eternal in Spain, 
among both Moors and Castilians. Do you know that this little 
captive is of the Castilian shoot? Yes, Noama is of the Vanegas, 
patricians of Cordova, who in our wars gave a captive to the Granada 
kings, and by them she became the mother of the Moorish Egas.” 

Beatrix clasped Noama in her arms : 

“ Dear, wise companion ! I felt that thou wast noble.” 

“Would that I could see my mother !” sighed the child. “Per- 
haps she weeps for me. Often I dream of Granada.” 

“ Let us come to something practical,” said Joab Nufiez, in whose 
inn Columbus had spent all his weary waiting time in Cordova, and 
of whose wisdom he had daily food. “ I have acquired some money 
while the army and the foreign knights have been in Cordova : now it 
is possible that I have enough to fit out a caravel for this Indian ex- 


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pedition. Suppose the Church should add one caravel, Bishop Deza ? 
Then might we get a third vessel from some noble of Andalusia, — 
Medina-Celi, or Medina-Sidonia, or Cadiz, or the Aguilars.” 

“ Do you hear?” from Bartholomew Columbus. “Keep step and 
lie awake!” 

“ I will give my prayers,” said Deza. 

“ I will give my pay,” said Geraldini, his eyes bent upon the beau- 
teous face of Beatrix. 

“ I will go with Bartholomew and plead for Colon,” said Noama. 

They looked at Beatrix, who had nothing to give. 

She rose and raised her hand. 

“ I have nothing to give but faith and solace,” said she. “ I love 
already, but till dear Colon finds the Indies I can swear never to 
marry.” 

“ Oh, be not rash !” Geraldini interposed, with longing looks. 
“ Thou art so much desired.” 

“ I swear never to marry till he is compensated,” Beatrix repeated. 
“ I love but him.” 

“ This is my best disciple,” Columbus cried, taking Beatrix in his 
arms. 

“ My work is done here,” remarked Bartholomew Columbus, 
approving of the scene. “ Hence I will go to Seville and ship for 
England.” 

“ I too must go,” Noama sighed. “ This place grows weari- 
some.” 

“Listen to me, Colon,” continued the prudent Nunez. “There 
is a quiet port nearest to Portugal, called Palos, hard by Moguer, and 
in sight of Huelva, yet so retired as to keep concealed an adventure 
like thine. The mariners there are of a fixed and independent spirit, 
and stand not well with Admiral Enriquez and the court, since they 
prefer trade to war. In fact, they have been degraded to the repute of 
smugglers, yet some of them, like Martin Pinzon, own their vessels, 
and have often complained to me that our sovereigns have not the 
scope and maritime ambition of Joao of Portugal, who has made 
Lisbon the new Constantinople. Now, an old guest of mine, Fray 
Juan Perez, is the pastor and magistrate of all those good people, 
having some seigniorial rights with his residence at Rabida near by.” 

“ I have seen the place,” Columbus spoke : “ it is upon the prom- 
ontory of Palos, closer to the sea than that village ; it was a Moorish 
convent, I think. Somehow its bold situation impressed me as I 
looked up through eyes sore with weeping at parting from my son, 
who awaits me still at Huelva.” 

“It is like an eagle’s nest,” Nunez continued, looking out upon 
the unshored Atlantic. “ How would it do for me, guest Colon, to start 
with my little hoard a subscription among the Jews and embark thee 
at neglected Palos as their mariner to find them a refuge in some new 
Atlantis ?” 

“ My expedition must have parentage and the support of an or- 
ganized state, or it would be no more than the touching at the Land of 
Vines I heard of when in Thule. No, it must be a sacrifice to estab- 


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401 


lish government at the Indies, a high expense, above the resources of 
a man, or even the Jews.” 

“God help my pride!” Nufiez replied, with an involuntary sob. 
“ But if I can pluck one heart from the uncharity of these times, I will 
sacrifice my all.” 

Beatrix was vexed with Nunez, he appeared so unreasonable, com- 
pared to Colon’s lofty spirit. She conferred on the subject with Bishop 
Deza, as they separated into little groups to look down upon the city 
and the camps. 

“ Son Joab has a subtle power to try my fortitude, daughter ; I 
hope he had it not from Satan,” said the new bishop. “ The heresy 
of old Averroes is in yonder city, and I must root it out. To-morrow 
thou must confess to me.” 

Moved by his feelings, Nunez went apart, and by a ruined wall 
and shading vine knelt down unobserved to pray. The Latin prayer 
learned at his mother’s knee came to him : “ Our Father, thy kingdom 
come : thy will prevail : forgive our debts as we can forgive, and lead 
us from temptation.” Whilst thus composing his spirits, Nufiez heard 
beyond the wall the voices of his companions. 

“ Am I not younger than the Genoese, and no less Italian ?” asked 
the voice of Geraldini. “ I would not injure him nor supersede him 
in your heart, but he is indifferent to your love, which makes me in- 
dignant ; for Beauty is love’s instigation, like sweets in the rich flower 
to insect life. Around you flit our sex, their hearts pulsating like 
wings, and I am ardent as never yet, though I have looked upon the 
Church as my spouse. My pay in the queen’s household will insure 
you a living ; my heart is wholly yours ; we both are committed to 
Colon’s interest, and can serve him no less as man and wife in pure 
devotion.” 

They passed on, and next the voice of Bartholomew Columbus 
spoke to one whose answer thrilled Nufiez with pain : 

“ Yes, I will bring you there, pretty one. ’Tis not so far. I am 
used to going, but the jess on my heart is leaving Noama. So we 
will journey from Cordova together.” 

“ I dream of Granada,” sighed the voice of Noama, passing away. 

Now came Columbus and Deza, and the former said, — 

“ Cold and long are the miles to Salamanca.” 

“ I would I could go with you, son and brother,” answered the 
bishop, “ but heresy survives the Moor, and I am charged to exorcise 
it from the earth. The sorcery of Averroes hath extended hence to 
the Italian schools.” 

“ I shall meet scepticism worse at Salamanca,” responded Colon, 
absently. 

“ Jesus, Averroes, Love ! let Deza yet be mine!” sighed Nufiez, 
praying still. 

The soul of Beatrix, her nervous existence, depended this day upon 
Love. She was afraid of herself. The night was coming, and the 
morn with the summons of Ferdinand. 

More than her fear of him was her temptation. Young, brave, 
wholesome, kina: of all, Ferdinand had asked Beatrix to lay down her 
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poverty and trial and gnawing apprehensions and be rich, free, and 
great. 

Though she loved Columbus, he had but now refused her honor, 
or. to knight her with his empty, naked hand to the rank of wife. 
Yet she loved him, but by Ferdinand’s evasion could set Colon on his 
feet, and do it in one day. 

Mistress of the king, with the power of youth, would not Colum- 
bus approve the ruin which brought him distinction and control? 
Would Beatrix be worse than the beautiful Guzman, whose blood 
flowed down in honor to Ferdinand and Isabella and their children, — 
mistress of a king, mother by him of this royal house of Transtamare? 

Ah, no. The casuistry would not appease a maiden’s shame, a 
woman’s love. 

Did she but love Ferdinand, the way to folly might have been 
easy. 

Might she not love Ferdinand, after all? 

But still it ’would be All, and after would be nothing. 

How brown were Ferdinand’s hairs, how white Columbus’s ! 

Queen Isabella had been very cold to Beatrix. Might Isabella 
not be made sorry for that ? The retaliating blood of Castile mounted 
at the thought to Beatrix’s brow. 

She started as if she had heard Ferdinand’s horn. 

Colon was very learned, and Beatrix was not : would love survive 
his dry, scholastic, preoccupied mind? She must hold his rule and 
compass while he drew those bare monotonous charts. 

Ferdinand would come each time with a brooch, a flashing neck- 
lace of gold and gems, a costly rosary, and hang them about her neck 
as the price of her kiss. 

Everything but a wedding-ring the king could give her, — could 
compel her, too. 

She could trust his bounty, for he was the master of every order of 
Spanish chivalry. 

He was her liege, and had summoned her, saying, “ You owe to 
me the tax of sympathy. Never could I love and be grateful as now.” 

A horn was heard, carrying the sounds, — 

Say but the word, say but the word, 

And be my bird to part the cloud ! 

As Beatrix stood transfixed, Ferdinand upon his Andalusian steed 
rode into her presence, his hawk upon his wrist. 

Seeing the little group of Nunez’s collecting, Ferdinand wound his 
horn : 

Away the bird ! away the bird ! 

Why doth he spring and scream so loud ? 

The queen and suite followed him to the ruins of the Rizzifah, the 
celestial “ pavement” of that vanished Moorish palace. 

AH glorious with the flush of exercise, riding her mettled snowy 
mule, Isabella, backed by her spouse and suite in rare apparel, ad- 
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“ Good subject and gentleman, I thought your brow was sad to-day. 
Take courage ! The queen has a loving opinion of Seiior Colon. 
Quintanilla, see him well lodged and mounted to attend us at Sala- 
manca : with which, adios /” 

She gave him a salutation that was an angel’s love, and turned and 
vanished. 

Beatrix Enriquez had not even attracted her sovereign’s eye, and 
in ceremonious Spain this slight was mortal. 

As she stood humiliated, the king’s horn, near by, blew loud, as if 
to say, — 

Love speeds the wing, Love speeds the wing ! 

Say but the word, say but the word, 

And be the bird at which I spring ! 

That night at the Inn of the Cid was oppressed with the phantoms 
of fears and expectations. 

Geraldini wet his pillow with tears of fruitless love. 

Nunez hoped that Noama would remember her willing faith to 
him, and not wander out upon the world with the sailor. 

Columbus beheld the radiant countenance of Isabella as she had 
looked upon him with bright sympathy and affection, and all his 
credulous pride and idealizing of merits and of rank embraced the 
saintly mystery that he was beloved by the queen. Once before he 
had felt like this, and, full of a mystic passion for Isabella, had mis- 
taken for her his next-door lodger, Dona Beatrix. There had com- 
menced flirtation at the Inn of the Cid. 

To-night he could not sleep : Isabella was again the Queen of 
Sheba, he her Solomon : the spirit of romance blended of Arab tale, 
Bible legend, and Catholic hallucination encompassed him as he lay in 
his widower bed and dreamed that Ferdinand was no more and that 
the queen had become at Colon’s hands the Empress of India. 

A cry came to him that was not illusion : 

“ Oh, save me from the morn ! The morn it is I fear. O cruel 
love ! protect me from the king !” 

Colon drew a wondrous image to his arms. 

Soon came the morn, too soon for blushing faith and sacrifice, for 
fond and irresistible love and the sorrow of parting. 

As the day rose bold and searching at the window, a horn blew 
brazen in the court-yard : 

Away the bird, away the bird ! 

Why doth he spring and scream so loud ? 

Say but the word, say but the word, 

And be my bird to part the cloud ! 

"It is the king,” Columbus whispered. 

“ I fear the king no more,” Beatrix sobbed. “ My king is here.” 


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CHAPTER III. 

SCIENCE VICTOR. 

The pious man alone had slept, — Joab Nufiez. Yet his first thought 
was of Noama, and he glided to her chamber noiselessly : the rug upon 
the tiles which was her bed had not been pressed, but there, instead of 
her flexile mould, lay a note saying only this : 

“ Papa, I dreamed too much of Granada.” 

Nunez kissed it and put it against his heart, and staggered against 
the door of Beatrix’s room, saying, — 

“ Can I blame the sailor that he loved her, too? Oh, may he treat 
our blessing well ! But love is mighty pain.” 

The door opened to his weight, but Beatrix was not there. 

“ Has she gone to confession so early?” thought poor Nufiez. 

A horn sounded in the inn yard. Peering forth, Nufiez saw the 
King of Aragon at the archway, looking up at this suite of rooms. 

A whisper from the third chamber followed, saying, — 

“ It is the king.” 

A sob seemed to reply, and next a kiss. 

Nufiez stood transfixed. Pale yet real was the smile with which 
he mused : 

“ I am glad it was not I ; my little girl left no reproaches here. 
Love needs no priests : it was before them all. Once the whole world 
knelt to Astarte, queen of love. Venus, Madonna, Virgin, Thou art 
everywhere ! I am glad love’s pangs are over with Colon and my 
ward !” 

He waved his hand to King Ferdinand with ceremonious dismissal, 
and that royal forager turned and fled. 

More lonely, but struggling bravely, resolved that this day should 
find him worthy, Nufiez looked down and beheld a lean and swarthy 
object stealing around the fountain to the arch and gliding out. He 
recognized Espinosa, his cook. 

“ I feared last night when I advanced him a whole month’s wages 
that he would quit me like this,” thought the innkeeper. “ I wish he 
could go without self-reproach. Perhaps he can.” 

The door of Colon’s chamber opened, and Beatrix stood there, 
supported by Cristoval. She turned at Nufiez’s apparition and hid her 
head on Colon’s breast. 

“ Sister ! friend !” exclaimed Nufiez, “let me be the angel, in spite 
of my exceeding nose, and sound the Annunciation. Hail ! hail ! 
Better a thousand times, Beatrix, love Colon than lean on Ferdinand !” 

“ Touch me not, till I am confessed and shrived !” breathed Beatrix, 
gliding past and down the stair. 

At the gate she saw poor Geraldini, who had walked the streets of 
Cordova half the night, and she almost gave a shriek. 

“You need me, dofia?” spoke Geraldini. 

“ Never, never more, sefior !” exclaimed Beatrix, and vanished. 

Soon she was at the church, escaped from scores of squires and 
soldiers who had hailed her, though she was hooded close, as a young 


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woman improperly walking alone in Christian Cordova. She found 
the bishop’s box, and, kneeling there, cried at the opening, — 

“ Pity ! pity ! Oh, shrive me, quick. I have brought all his 
money and mine to pay the price of pardon.” 

“ Whose money, my daughter?” asked the bishop’s voice. 

u Cristoval’s. I ran into his sheltering arms. I must have been 
the king’s mistress or have befriended Cristoval.” 

“ I sprinkle thee with Heaven’s full pardon if thy heart approves 
thee, Beatrix, and glad I am to hear that Colon did not deceive thee. 
He can be a great man for Christ’s beleaguered kingdom. Give him 
tender, wifely care ! cherish the holy enterprise he hath ! Solace the 
hours and years of his disappointments! The farther thou from 
Colon’s honor the brighter may be thy crown. And if I pardon thee 
and him, remember this : let no scandal attach to his name. Upon 
thy head, Beatrix Enriquez, beauty of the Aranas, I charge thee, take 
alone the obligation of this mutual fault forever !” 

“ Oh, God ! I was so proud !” 

“ Thou hast Love for pride. Would that I had !” 

“ Father, how you comfort me !” 

“ Alas, my child, they who have no sins can never bear forgiveness 
to others. Out of my consuming passion to be a churchman like old 
Mendoza, with my train of monks and soldiers, I draw the remorse to 
forgive thee that most natural sin of human love. Love on! Be 
humble ! Take the stigma that lies without thy window, and keep to 
thy heart, in lofty fidelity, the blessing of charity, love, and child !” 

A flood of tears from her own eyes seemed to Beatrix the cooling 
pardon from Fray Deza’s hyssop. 

“ For him ! For him ! Pardon, too, for Cristoval, or let me not 
go !” she entreated wildly. 

“ Heaven shower,” spoke Deza, solemnly, “ discovery and splendor 
upon him ! Let them be his only penance, and Sorrow be his soft angel 
at last ! In penury and piety let him repent that he deserts thee for 
the favor of history and kings !” 

“ Oh, thanks ! — my soul’s thanks ! May I fly now to Cristoval 
with this holy absolution given to us so free ?” 

“ Not till we have talked of heresy, daughter,” in a cold changed 
voice answered Deza. 

Columbus also went to church, and there was a clearing out of 
guests from the Cid, so that Joab Nunez had little time to think till 
night, when he counted his coins and figured up his worldly wealth. 

Yes, there was enough to buy or to bond a vessel which would 
take a crew of fifty men, and to pay them and to provision them for 
several months. 

“ I am minded,” said Joab to himself, “ to be steward and super- 
cargo of such a vessel, and to set Colon on and go shares with him. 
Cordova will go down after the campaigns enter farther into the Moor- 
ish territory. All have left me : I have none to provide for ; this 
mariner may die and leave the problem of the farther world unsolved 
for centuries. Oh, the poor Jews, the educated and refined Moors, 
who will presently be homeless and have no land but Africa with its 


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jackal tribes ! Yes, I will devote to good my little hoard and be the 
friend of the Discoverer.” 

“ Come with me, if your name is Joab Nunez, innkeeper of the 
Cid !” 

“ Whither, friend ?” 

“ That thou shalt see.” 

The speaker was a Dominican monk, and he placed his hand upon 
Nufiez’s bag of money. 

“Seal this with his other effects, notary, and you others take him 
away.” 

“ But my raiment, my property * I may have an hour ?” 

“ Thou wilt need nothing where thou art going, and have nothing 
on thy return.” 

“ This is generous, — for a starter ! Am I prisoner to the Holy 
Office?” 

“ That thou shalt see.” 

“ God’s will be done !” Nuflez exclaimed. “ Colon has lost his ship.” 

Down the easy and short descent of the Cordovan alleys and lanes 
Nunez was marched to the prison of the Inquisition. 

Seeing him in custody, the by-standers and householders crossed 
themselves. §ome jeered at him, saying, — 

“ Behold his nose ! It is an apostate Jew.” 

The fearful Office which had seized the queen’s subject instantly 
condemned him in men’s minds. Religion was patriotism in Spain, 
and suspicion of heresy and apostasy the brand of the public enemy, 
sorcerer, and spy. 

“Who could have lodged this information?” Nuflez thought. “ I 
can forgive him, if he can forgive himself.” 

Through the routine offices of the Inquisition, down its chilly stairs 
and into its awful dungeon, walked the prisoner cheerily. As he en- 
tered the large cellar or vault which was the general receptacle, a crowd 
of prisoners there looked at him with aversion and crossed themselves, 
so hostile was all Spain to a presumed Jew, so deep intolerance that 
terror could not dissolve it. 

“God is Nature’s bright inhabitant everywhere!” thought Nuflez. 
“ Let the window of my spirit be open to receive that sunny bird. O 
God, be not forever in eclipse to Thy poor image !” 

He gathered up his intelligence to meet the coming accusation. 
Who had informed upon him ? To whom had he ever conversed upon 
the subject of faith ? In the far past he had been of Syrian origin ; 
his family, as Moorish Jews, had been servants of Averroes and of 
science, school-teachers in Cordova. That was all. 

Had Geraldini betrayed him ? 

The spirit of friendship and his faith in Geraldini’s manliness re- 
jected in a moment the doubt. 

Colon ? 

He was petulant, but not revengeful, and loved Christ more than 
creed. So great a man never could have lodged this small but deadly 
information. 

Beatrix Enriquez? 


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She was a true Spaniard, who might do for revenge something to 
repent, but she had no resentment to Nunez, and his intelligence, dis- 
cerning her weak qualities, passed her at once as no traitor. 

Was it not Deza? 

That seemed more reasonable. Deza was a Spaniard too, rather a 
time-server, with liberal perceptions, but no moral courage, and thrown 
out of his balance by unexpected promotion in that age which had the 
Spanish Borgias for its popes and bishops. 

Had Deza, in the zeal of his new place of assistant to Torque- 
mada, the chief and voluntary Inquisitor, commenced to prey upon his 
friends and accuse them upon some misinterpretation of their con- 
versations ? 

Horrible thought, but not unlike some creedsmen ! He who 
carries a skeleton key to enter the rooms of men’s minds will often 
prattle of what he sees there and take advantage of it. 

“ How dreadful to give such a key to a fellow-man !” thought 
Nunez, who himself had confessed to Deza. “ Rather confess to thy 
friends and raise friendship higher than priesthood !” 

Could Deza not be raised from priestship to friendship ? How ? 
Surely not by artifice. 

To conquer Deza to good must be done by pure suffering at his 
hands, and by love, such as the noble dog gives to his brutal master. 

At that moment Nunez began to love Deza. 

Love cheered his prison, it brought Christianity to the tomb, it 
sang like a bird at the dungeon gate the song of “ Forgive your ene- 
mies, do good to them which despitefully entreat you.” 

Concentrating like a mystic in her convent upon this idea of con- 
quering love, Nunez felt neither fear nor cold, and knew neither day 
nor night, till came his turn to meet the Holy Office. 

Stripped to his shirt, he was brought •before the Inquisition of the 
Faith. 

What shame, what degradation, not to the victim, but to the tribu- 
nal, thus to arraign the modesty of our fellow-man and in the ravished 
name of Jesus to create the hell we desire upon the helpless ! 

Nunez looked down and saw with uncovered faces Deza, his friend, 
and Torquemada, no man’s friend, — two clericals whose hats and frocks 
alone and tonsured hair altered them in appearance from pastors and 
country magistrates everywhere. 

Torquemada was a narrow-templed, self-important mule-driver of 
a man, whose eyes were so close together as to have seen through a 
key-hole. By ranting he had become excitably nervous, and by brow- 
beating the queen and king and gaining the applause of the Spanish 
democracy thereby he had acquired a ferocity of independence. He 
began his life by reporting upon other priests as wanting in devotion ; 
he forced himself to the princess Isabella’s side, and with his magic 
lantern of hell and heaven illumined by his hopeless soul he usurped 
her youthful dreams. Now he was the Detective of the Faith, and 
heir of Peter the Cruel whom Isabel’s line had slain. 

“ It is cold, fathers, for a starter!” said Nunez, looking with a 
comrade’s frankness upon Bishop Deza alone. 


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"What idiot is this?” inquired Torquemada. "Is this a place, 
thou crucifier, with thy blasphemous nose, to shiver yet to smile ?” 

"That is my friend,” said Nufiez, looking only at Deza. "We 
oft broke bread together. I know he tries me only for my good, and 
by that friendship I am ready.” 

" What hast thou to confess?” spoke Deza, harshly. 

" That I have known all evil but ambition.” 

“ And thy faith ?” 

" It is wide enough to forgive thee, through Jesus our Lord.” 

" Whom hast thou loved ?” 

" My mother and my species.” 

"And a little Moor?” 

"Yes, a captive Moor baptized in our faith by thee, father.” 

" To whom thou hast said this heresy : ‘ God is Nature’s bright 
inhabitant everywhere’ ? ” 

Nunez lost his smile. Was Noama the informer upon him? 

"He flinches,” sneered Torquemada. "Her sorcery has found 
him out.” 

"Confess,” cried Deza, "or the Holy Office gives thee over to 
that fire and torturer !” 

The masked and hooded familiar stirring the coals made a satirical 
motion which revealed him to his master’s eye, — Espinosa, the cook at 
the Cid. 

"I know now that my tormentor will not spare me,” Nunez 
thought, " for he is in my debt.” 

"Confess thou hast professed Averroes, who denied there was a 
God !” 

" I professed Colon with thee, Bishop Deza, our standard inscribed 
‘ Christ, Colon, and Castile.’ ” 

" Colon ? That is the fellow who announces the heresy of a globu- 
lar world,” snapped Torquemada. " He should be summoned, too. 
Would that I could burn Aristotle ! If inquest can find his bones, 
they shall be burned.” 

"Dost thou deny Averroes, son Nufiez?” asked Deza. 

" I have no faith I was not taught in childhood, fathers, — Him 
who was led like a sheep to the slaughter, and He opened not his 
mouth. Lisping that name, blessing them who misunderstand me and 
my Lord, hoping for his kingdom to return and that his will be done, 
I can say no more.” 

"Again Averroes?” hissed Torquemada. "Thou believest in the 
sorcery called Science, that the boundary of this world is not fiery 
hell, and that there be no miracles done by glorified bones and relics?” 

" I believe that goodness and knowledge go hand in hand and 
will work onward for a larger hope.” 

" It is enough !” shouted Torquemada, rising. " I leave this con- 
tumacious soul, brother, to thee. My time to-day is too precious for 
this Jew.” 

As the Dominican left the chamber, three torturers, covered from 
crown to feet with black apparel, revealing only their glittering eyes, 
seized Nufiez and bore him to a stool and fixed his feet in iron fetters. 


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Espinosa brought forth a glowing coal in pincers from the fire. 

“ I bless thee, Deza, my brother !” sighed Nunez, and fainted where 
he sat. 



THREE TORTURERS SEIZED NUtfEZ AND BORE HIM TO A STOOL. 


He seemed to waken as he had been seated, still in the place of 
torment, but instead of the court and its demons two beings were there 
so shadowy as to appear incorporeal. 

The first was a Moor, or Arab, wearing the turban of a lawyer in 


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Mohammed’s faith, clean dark robe and snowy slippers, in his hand a 
bottle of glass and in his bosom a sponge. 

In the other hand he held the hand of an Arab maid, featured like 
Noama, but older. 

“ I am True Love,” spoke this child. “ My mother pined for me, 
and I went to her. Thou shalt believe it by thy faith. When 
Granada falls, Noama, if she still lives, will be there, and thou wilt 
come.” 

The image drew near and kissed Nufiez and faded from the 
dungeon. 

The Moorish cadi, lawyer, or professor, left alone with Nuflez, 
spoke in accents of culture and benevolence what seemed these words : 

“ Take me not, descendant of my faithful servant, for any spirit. 
The miracles were only wrought for unbelief and to the show-seeking 
multitude. A wicked and adulterous generation is always seeking for 
a sign. Knowest thou me, Ben Nunez?” 

“Thou art Mohammed Ibn Roshd.” 

“ To faith like thine I am Averroes : yes ! To myself I am the 
shadow of Science thrown before. Medicine lies in the healing hand, 
the secret spring of oil, in pure-hearted trust and the tremulous organ- 
ism of our structure which attaches to the motion of the spheres. 
Science fears not death, which is renewal, but fears only pain, which 
makes the parting soul abject. From yonder world thy Discoverer 
shall find, to whose service I command thee, as I found thy ancestor 
faithful to mine, thence do I bring the drugs which shall stifle pain 
and counteract thy fever after torture : while Religion shall burn thy 
feet, Science shall make thee sleep !” 

Averroes approached, and, taking the sponge from his bosom, 
moistened it from the bottle and thrust it into Nufiez’s mouth. Every- 
thing vanished. 

At length Nunez felt pain return. The dismal vault was filled 
with the odor of burning leather or skin. He saw the smoke of tor- 
ture rise from his feet. 

No one was there but Deza. 

“ I bless thee, my brother !” exclaimed the victim, faintly. 

“Bless not me, who has burnt thee with the fire of hell. How 
couldst thou sing, my injured friend? To every torment thy song 
arose, ‘ God is Nature’s bright inhabitant everywhere V ” 

“ Did I sing that?” 

“ Thou knowest thou didst.” 

“ Then faith is knowledge, repentant friend : I did not know it. 
But there were spirits who said thou couldst not burn me. Bright 
God of the future, Thou who art ever in the future with Hope and 
never in the past with Death, yield to my will and give me this poor 
creature’s soul !” 

Deza fell upon his knees. 

“Oh, receive me to thy faith, Ben Nufiez ! I am sick of all this 
cruel power. Thy fortitude frightens me. Who is thy God ?” 

“ Love !” sighed Nuiiez. “ Even here Love is victor !” 


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He fainted again, and long. 

The Inquisition door opened, and the hooded demons 
with other torments to inflict. 

“ Begone !” cried Deza. “ This man is no heretic. If 
dies in the True Faith.” 


reappeared 
he dies he 


CHAPTER IV. 
pride’s purge. 

Cristoval Colon rose late and looked for his sweetened toast, 
olives, and coffee which Nufiez sent him by Espinosa every day. Find- 
ing nothing, he lay another hour awake, thinking what he should do. 

He was to go to Salamanca, several hundred miles away, and to 
stay there probably all winter and spring, proving himself before the 
council to be neither fool nor scoundrel, while here in Cordova would 
languish for him the beauty and youth which had resisted King Fer- 
dinand. 

Beatrix was Cordova’s Venus, the impoverished child of one of old 
King Henry’s wassailers, and that she must surrender to some great 
noble at last, if not for pleasure then for subsistence at least, had been 
the public expectation. But Learning, that new kind of nobility, had 
intercepted the nunnery, the court, and even the crown. 

“ To think,” said Columbus, “ that I should cut out all the gal- 
lants ! Was ever a poor mariner, huckstering for an employment, 
entertained like me? But she may be a siren such as held Ulysses 
from his task. No ! I would be selfish indeed if I questioned such 
generosity as this lady’s. Lady she shall ever be to me and to all 
noble hearts, let prudes and wantons say what they will ! Eve did not 
give up paradise for knowledge with more maternal grace. Oh, how 
can I keep her fidelity, which is almost as priceless as the Indies I 
shall seek, the one worthless without the other ?” 

He lay and asked the Virgin for counsel. 

That counsel seemed to be not to trust his mistress in his absence 
while such sparks as Ferdinand lived by her. 

He tossed his rosary and image away, and asked himself, — 

“ What is fitting for a man with a perilous and noble task to do in 
this strange interlude ?” 

“ Do honor !” answered his own heart in what seemed to be his 
mother’s voice. 

“ Arise and sin no more !” spoke a voice from the holy Testaments, 
to which his reason added, “They who are trampled upon must sink 
deeper : I am called upon to preserve this woman from despair.” 

Then came the innocent voice of Beatrix’s brother to Colon’s ear as 
he had heard it in the Alcazar but yesterday: “Sister, do help the 
captain ! The king will help you, sister.” 

It sounded like his son Diego’s voice from Huelva yonder by the 
shores of Portugal. 

“ It is his mother’s adjuration,” Colon said. “ I see some difficul- 
ties in the way ; but I will marry Beatrix Enriquez.” 


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“ You did not entreat her,” said some evil corner of his nature. 
“ She was the wooer. It will cost you a pretty penny to provide for 
her affectations.” 

“ Away !” cried Columbus. “ There is no devil like him who lies 
abed with you after you are fully awake. I take the risks of love or 
sea, and I shall .marry Beatrix. More than that, I shall love her 
sacredly.” 

He made his toilet with especial care, using all his perfumes, in 
which he was connoisseur, and then his stomach ached for sustenance. 

“ Come forth, cook ! My eggs and broth !” he cried. 

No voice replied. The fountain in the court had not been started. 

“ How long Beatrix is at confessional !” he thought. 

He descended the stairs and sought Nunez’s office; it was barred, 
and a seal set across the bar. 

He tried some other rooms used for repast and accounting, but they 
were all closed up and sealed with public seals. He sought farther, 
and found the inn all empty, as if everything were dead. 

Looking into the kitchen, he found a little charcoal and some fire, 
and an omelet beaten up with herbs and vegetables. 

“ Many a meal have I cooked in the galley fire,” thought Columbus, 
and threw off his doublet and tied an apron around him. 

The omelet was soon yellow and red like a turban : he toasted some 
bread and boiled a decoction of spice and coffee. As he sat down to 
eat, Espinosa slipped in and looked at him grimly. 

“ Had you been earlier, captain, you might have eaten a piece of 
the monkey.” 

“ What monkey, cook ?” 

“ The Italian monkey that was fetched to Spain to beg Castilian 
money. I do not want him any more to turn my spit, so I broiled him 
alive.” 

“ True Spaniard !” 

“ Yes, and of the True Faith. I broil now for the Holy Office. 
St. Iago ! what a blister is my master’s foot !” 

He chuckled. 

“ What are you prating of, cannibal?” 

“ I tried to burn his nose, but the bishop watched me too well.” 

“ Speak, dog ! You could with that ferocious countenance burn a 
babe to death. What of your master, the good Nunez?” 

“ Ha ! ha ! He is fast in the dungeon of the Inquisition for heresy, 
and has had the perfume of the singed foot, which I can furnish, senor, 
by the quantity.” 

A light broke upon Columbus, — the sealed doors, the deserted inn. 
He gave way to a burst of temper, and held Espinosa over the fire as 
easily as that cook had held the monkey. 

“ Help ! help ! Murder ! Fire !” cried the terrified varlet. 

Beatrix entered the place, attracted by these cries. 

“ What is it, Cristoval? We both are pardoned, and are you so 
cruel to that poor slave ?” 

“ He says that Joab is Torquemada’s prisoner and has been already 
burnt at the fire.” 


COLUMBUS IN LOVE. 


413 


Beatrix gave a scream. 

“ Now I know why Deza detained me with such puzzling ques- 
tions,” she gasped. “ I have betrayed my benefactor.” 

As she sank fainting to the ground, Columbus dropped the cook 
without design into the fire, and the charcoal did its holy office right 



“help! help! murder! fire!” cried the terrified varlet. 


burningly. Like a singed lizard the cook crawled out of the flame 
and soot, screaming, and was never more seen in the inn. 

“ Joab and we are homeless and destroyed,” sighed Beatrix when 
she awoke in the court and was splashed by the fountain, which Colon 
set to running. “ The Inquisition never restores the effects even of 
those it releases. Its accusation is enough to set the multitude against 
the purest man and end his vocation forever. He becomes worse than 
a leper.” 

“ Yes, it is the populace that makes all cruelty of king or Church 


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possible,” said Columbus. “ For such a populace worlds are dis- 
covered.” 

“ How can such cruelty be possible in a noble mind like Deza’s, 
dearest? He gave me and thee heaven’s blessing, but the next moment 
asked me minutely about all our beliefs. I said that Joab had the 
best religion ; that he believed God to be free and bright like the sun- 
shine, and that Nunez drew learning from the ancient books and the 
stars to compose his soul.” 

“ My gentle one, you thought the Holy Office was right ?” 

“ Oh, God ! I did ! I did not know it meant to try our friends.” 

“ Beatrix, one-half of all the people in Torquemada’s dungeons 
were accused by their daughters, wives, parents, or kin.” 

“ What can we do ?” 

“ Nothing. Nunez is dead. Our friendship, and the awakening 
contact of a scientific enterprise, have thrown him off his guard. He 
has been chased down by the sceptical scent of a blood-hound whom he 
had fed.” 

“ And I, poor, shallow, tattling convert, have done it all ! Let me 
free ! I will destroy myself.” 

“No; I will give you the protection of a wife.” 

“That is impossible, my love. I have solemnly made a vow never 
to marry till you have found the Indies.” 

“ Deza will release you from that. I make many violent vows on 
little things, dear Beatrix,— -to go to this shrine barefooted, or to that 
on my knees, — but a little money avails for the penance.” 

“ Marriage is not a little thing. If money could buy love away, I 
know where it is.” 

“ And there is the temptation for you which makes me see my duty. 
By love obey me and become fast in the obligations of husband and 
wife.” 

“ Dear senor, you are not a Spanish woman. Marriage is a cere- 
mony, like baptism, confirmation, and the funeral rites, — a ceremony 
of cost and class. The first class only befits an Enriquez, and an 
Arana would be disgraced to marry in less than the second-class grade 
of wedding. Time is required, too, to send the invitations around, and 
to prepare the virgins, the acolytes, the pipes and guitars, and all that.” 

“ Time is next to impossible to spare, my child ; for all we know, 
the court is started already. I must secure a mule, attendant, and 
purse to take me to Salamanca this day. If I can find a poor priest 
who will work cheap, it will be enough to establish thy credit.” 

“ Oh, no, Colon. A third-class wedding will break my heart. It 
will be known all over Cordova that the proud Enriquez Arana was 
married to a foreigner in the manner of a peasant-girl.” 

“ What is the price of a second-class wedding?” 

“ The cost of a farm.” 

“ I recollect Deza said the rates had been raised by an ecclesiastical 
agreement, to commence to-day. Beatrix, we have no money except 
that thou hadst for thy confessional.” 

“ Alas ! I gave that to the bishop for a sequence of masses for my 
papa’s soul.” 


COLUMBUS IN LOVE. 


415 


u Well, that was pious. But eat thy breakfast; for till I find some 
money it is our last meal.” 

Beatrix began to cry. 

Columbus put on the apron again and fried some more of the 
omelet. 

He thought ruefully upon his dead wife, how often he had seen 
her cry in Portugal when there was no meal in the house, and of the 
many times at Porto Santo when their children had no food till he 
could shoot the breakers and catch a fish. 

“ I am too old,” thought Columbus, “ to have the cares of a family 
again. But this is a child with a woman’s pride, and she must be 
humored.” 

He made her right merry before they parted, and her tears and 
smiles were alternate, like Andalusian showers. 

Beatrix was alone, alone with ecstasy and alarm, with love requited 
and womanhood come. She endeavored to come to some realization 
of her state, that a way might be found to place herself upon a sure 
foundation. 

No way appeared. The temptation of yesterday returned to plague 
her, and she even thought of Ferdinand with pity, as one less happy 
than herself. 

Where could she turn in honor to obtain security for immediate 
bread and shelter? Only to her unbonded, uncertified spouse. Was 
he not riches enough, ardent, lofty, caressing, thoughtful ? 

Oh, the Aranas, kinsmen, how hard and commonplace they seemed 
in their little shabby apartments, afraid to see a guest lest he might 
stay and eat a meal ! 

In the wide circuit of Cordova Beatrix could think of only two 
persons available for her needs, — Geraldini and the boy Pedro Arana. 

Pedro could come and abide with her if Cristoval should go away, 
and be her society, messenger and companion. He loved and trusted 
Cristoval. 

Geraldini might in extremity, upon her personal appeal, give or 
lend her — the terms meant the same — a sum of money, without pre- 
suming in any way upon the favor, by the aid of which she could pass 
through the winter till Colon came back. 

Always Colon at the end of everything. 

Yes, he had become her dearer self. No emotion crossed her ner- 
vous frame that did not embrace him. He and she were to be one 
and to find ways and means out of the mutual intelligence of love. A 
nest and food they would make together, singing meantime like the 
nesting birds. Often had Beatrix striven to conceive what love might 
be, but its sovereignty surpassed all ecstasy, and heaven seemed but 
love, or not so heavenly. 

To do something to aid this man, her conqueror and greater self, 
made her restless and fluttering. She dared not pray, lest prayer accuse 
her of an irrevocable folly and she would not admit it. Love, the 
coherent principle of everything, — sun, moon, and stars, all living 
species, society, redemption, birth, and death, — love had crowned and 
not degraded . her. She never felt such thanks, such charity, such 


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virtue, in her maiden days. Self went out like a smoking lamp, 
and love, like the moonlight, shone in the windows of her soul. Not 
to be restored to the dull unsocial state of yesterday was rather her 
prayer. 

Where was little Noama? How many things could bright Noama 
do now, how many things ! She could go to the Marchioness of 
Moya, to the queen’s children, perhaps to the queen, — Noama, who 
had taught Beatrix to read. 

Noama had told Beatrix that it was Joab’s religion to believe that 
God was All and All was God, the essence of brightness, of motion, 
and of love, and this Beatrix had blabbed to her priest. 

“ What is woman fit for but to be loved ?” asked Beatrix. u By 
love I have made my home for years with this poor innkeeper I have 
ruined. Perhaps I shall feed upon Cristoval too and ruin him.” 

The thought created an impulse almost thoughtless. She covered 
herself with a servant’s gown, and muffled her face and stole away. 

When she returned, it was with Pedro Arana, her half-brother. 
Making up her bed where Noama had slept, Beatrix sent Pedro with 
a hasty message to Geraldini. 

Then she sat down and tried to plan and think, but went to sleep. 

At dusk she awoke, and looked in Pedro’s room. The ' child of 
her mother was fast asleep. She bent and kissed him. 

“ God destroy me if I do not feel my heart as pure as this child’s !” 
she sobbed. 

“ Hush !” she said, as Cristoval came up the stairs. “ Do not 
awake Pedro. My little brother alone in Cordova knows I am your 
wife.” 

“ Beatrix,” he answered, “ they will not marry us. A trades-union 
of priests has fixed a rate for marriages and made it ecclesiastical law. 
Not a maravedi can I get. Isabella’s promise to send me forward has 
not been kept. Quintanilla, St. Angel, all are gone from Cordova 
with the court.” 

“ Have you seen Deza ?” • 

“ Yes : he will allow you and me to occupy our chambers here as 
janitors for the holy administrators. That is all.” 

“ It is Home, dearest. They may take from us heaven’s sacred 
rites, the marriage-ring, our friends, the world’s opinion, but we still 
have the marriage of our hearts, shelter from the night and evil men, 
and our honeymoon.” 

“ Kneel down and pray for us,” said Colon. “The present is 
much. No man upon sea or land knows the future. Try and forget 
the past !” & 

They were awakened very late by Pedro Arana, who came with a 
letter. The boy looked in, and made no comment upon their com- 
munity of life : to his pure innocence all things were good. 

Beatrix opened the letter and uttered a cry of joy. 

“ Geraldini sends us money, darling. I told him it was to send you 
to Salamanca. You must go while it is here; for money flies fast.” 

“ You begin to weep. I cannot go and leave you crying : I should 
go half-way and return.” 


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417 


“ I am not weeping ; it was a sob of joy.” 

“ Oh, why did you love me and make it so hard to part, Beatrix ?” 

“ Think of your honor, dear one. There is an orphan world 
depending upon you.” 

“ Let it wait. Give me another kiss.” 

“ It will be so long that you will want another and will not go.” 

“ What is worth thy precious kiss, all dewy with thy youth, my 
lovely cherry ?” 

“ Years of such kisses, dear, with something achieved.” 

“ But if all be achieved and love be gone there will be no light 
upon the Indies or upon Spain.” 

“ Yes, there is the light of faith, Cristoval. Think of me waiting, 
and double thy patience before those monks and doctors. I will think 
of thy proud soul so humble, and find some task to do.” 

“ What task canst thou do? Thou art bred for love and glory 
only.” 

She thought of a time when she had disdained him as a wool- 
combers son. 

“ I will comb wool with my little brother like thee, Cristoval, and 
thy mother and Bartholomew.” 

He looked and saw that she was sincere. He fell at her feet and 
wrung his hands. 

“Thou art not ashamed of our poverty?” he cried, in broken sen- 
tences. “ Our humble life thou canst imitate? Now I can trust thee, 
Beatrix, while I go round the world !” 

“ Love not me too much, my darling. Love thy son, also, and thy 
gentle purpose of a world for the poor !” 

She took her brother in her arms and kissed him. 

“ Here is thy honor-bearer,” she said. “ How pure my brothers 
kiss seems now to me !” 

By night he was gone. 

The next day Beatrix and Pedro Arana were combing wool, the 
task she had scorned as that of Colon’s family. 


CHAPTER V. 

FERNANDO. 

Inundations destroyed all the roads between Andalusia and Cas- 
tile, and Beatrix heard nothing of Columbus for months. He had left 
her all but the bare money to get himself to Salamanca, far away over 
the barren mountain-tops of Castile. He might as well have gone to 
the Indies, for any intercourse they could have together. 

Sometimes a military detachment passed from Burgos to the be- 
leaguered parts of Granada through Cordova, and Pedro would go out 
and make inquiries ; but nobody knew of Colon. He seemed to Beatrix 
like one who had gone down at sea before ever embarking. Obscure, 
needy, with a single change of raiment, possibly driven to violence or 
mendicancy to get bread, he was still Beatrix’s talisman and St. George. 

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She bent all her faculties to becoming independent and saving her 
money for some great possible extremity she dared not think of. 

“Blessed brother !” she often said to Pedro; “boys like to play, 
and thou hast no playmates.” 

“ Sister, Captain Colon will take me to sea. I will bring you an 
Indian shawl.” 

“ This is the surest way to get a shawl, little brother, — combing the 
wool as they did in Genoa. We shall save enough short wool to make 
us both suits of clothes, perhaps.” 

Early and late she worked, but a fear came to her that she would 
lose her beauty if she avoided exercise, and might disappoint Colon’s 
expectations on his return : so she took long walks with Pedro, to the 
terrace by the river, to the great square of tournaments, out to the 
Moorish gate towers and the fields beyond them, to the dry brooks of 
the Guadalquivir, and even to the sierra, when it was safe from the 
rapine which Ferdinand and Isabella had scotched, not killed. 

Few places, indeed, were safe : the safest was the mosque of Ab- 
derrahman, with its moon-boughed trees in stone, its banyan-groves, of 
trunk producing trunk, in unfolding petrifaction, as if the stones, as 
in the Greek mythology, had heard the pipe of Pan and taken the 
forms of music, the very crescents of the moon standing on their tips 
to dance, the horseshoes in the riding constellations rearing up like 
arching hands to let the dancers through. 

Like life’s long grottos seemed those cooling arches, leading onward 
to sameness, the story of repetition in all things, from father to son, 
from age to age, from theory and creed to creed and theory, replication, 
a striving upward and a falling back, and with the spines of virile 
youth careering concentrically a little way above the earth, the root 
thereof in the earth’s dead level, man piling stones to vault to God and 
vaulting back to stone again ; empires like shooting stars propelled 
from individual conquerors and by gravity dropping down where 
younger conquerors stood ; woman the sport of man’s strength, flung 
out from ecstasy’s low summit to fall and fall till other lovers await- 
ing her caught her in their arms and threw her onward in their satyr 
sports. 

Six hundred years these groves had grown, and votaries had wan- 
dered round and round in them in hungering faith, giving to God all 
things that were his, and to his prophet God’s and Caesar’s tribute. 
“ Allah il Allah,” but Allah now was ill, Mahomet almost nihil ; the 
disease of all things had caught the faith of Mecca, and architecture 
stood immortal as man, while Religion reeled and found no column to 
stand upon. 

So with the world, this mineral thing ; its history had been told 
like yon concentric stony arches, in fluid grace but dogmatic hewing, 
from short-sighted theologian to his successor, or like a ball thrown 
from the hand of child to child down tradition’s playground, and its 
origin and elasticity were not yet at rest. 

Blind, blind, were all the creedsmen to the law of motion, which is 
outward by energy and downward by attraction: reproduction, replica- 
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story of the rainbow, the meteor, the sun, the spine, the brain : the 
Arch, forever that unfinished circle flying from the column. 

The broken roof of Abderrahman’s mosque let in some light and 
air, and rain to splash the floor. The Christians hated it, but did some 
rites in it rather in mastery than humility. Beatrix wondered if it 
had ever given such comfort in the day of faith as now in its ruined 
truce, where as in other ruined walls the lizard, the serpent, and the 
bird glided or sang and molested not each other. 

When Beatrix went forth, the evil eye of man pursued her, look- 
ing rapine, familiarity, and degradation. 

The Arana family heard from a spy or two that Beatrix was comb- 
ing wool. They shut their doors, and wore crape, and wondered that 
she had demeaned herself so low as to get her living when she might 
have been the king’s leman and restored her family’s fatness. 

Bishop Deza sent her a front seat for herself and Pedro to see a 
burning of Jews who ate not pork, and Moors who washed their dirt 
away too often, all burnt in the great square and market-place. 

That day, for the first time since her confessional had been abused, 
Beatrix and her brother said their devotions together and fasted. 

Pedro went at Beatrix’s desire and spent some money for a mass to 
raise Joab Nunez’s soul from purgatory. 

The next day, as if the prayer had been answered, Joab walked 
into the Inn of the Cid with Alexander Geraldini. 

Columbus had been gone much more than half a year. 

The change in Nuiiez was not more pitiable to Beatrix than her 
own alteration to poor Joab. But to Geraldini’s enamoured eyes 
Beatrix was a more wondrous beauty than ever, and as she shrank 
from his ardent regard he interpreted her timidity to be the conviction 
of love. 

He handed her a note which he had brought from Salamanca sealed 
with Colon’s doves, and which said, — 

“ Beloved, I have met the doctors, theologians, and critics of my 
project with such skill and patience for thy sake, that they are now at 
mortified intellect’s last resort to prove me a rogue. They sent to 
Lisbon to hear some ill of me, but the King of Portugal gave me a 
good report ; it was their tale that I had deserted my family there. 
Queen Isabella would not believe them : she and the Cabrera couple 
are my present rock of hope. The queen must have all her heroes 
also saints. 

“ Beatrix, it was love which drew us together. Say but the word, 
and I will lay down this burden of begging employment from the state, 
which lays me open to every slight, causes my equals to avoid me, and 
keeps me poor and needy. As yet they have given me nothing : I live 
with some brethren of the convent, who order me about pitilessly. 

“ Dearest, I hope it is well with you. If it is not well, wbat shall 
I do? I have sent Geraldini, who is on his way to the Pope, and is 
my brother in tender discipleship, to see if you are right and if poor 
Nufiez is still wronged. Geraldini honors me. Oh, if events must 
inform him otherwise, do not spare me. I am thy poor 

“ Cristoval.” 


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Beatrix read this letter with commiseration and wept. Not long 
ago she would have wept only for herself. Even as she read it a great 
hope of death came over her, like the flash of lightning at the door of 
the tomb where the angels, disciples, and Pharisees all watched. 

The age, it seemed, was watching her now. 

She was fatherless and motherless, and surrounded only by men. 

Not even that Joseph who made the manger of the Nativity not 
altogether despair was with Beatrix in her terror. 

“ O Joab, my second father !” she cried, “ how they have shattered 
you ! I did it ; it was my silly dependence upon churchmen which 
made me boast of your good principles to that hypocritical bishop, who 
was thirsting for your blood.” 

“ Dear child, you were not to blame. Poor Deza is my friend. But 
they exact blood from him, and he still sheds it. I owe my return to 
this life to Colon.” 

“ Yes,” said Geraldini, “ Cristoval is generally helpless to help 
others, but when he heard, through Bobadilla, that Nunez was in ex- 
tremity he waylaid King Ferdinand and roundly denounced him as the 
author of a tyrannical statute.” 

“ Gracious God ! What did Ferdinand reply?” 

“ Why, he liked Colon from that moment. ‘ I have only seen you 
soliciting/ he said: ‘ had you been bold I would have been on your 
side.’ The bloody Torquemada threatened Ferdinand himself, but 
the Marchioness Bobadilla cried to the queen, ‘ What ! let this shaven 
varlet insult the king-consort ? J They were about to degrade Torque- 
mada, when his audacity gave way, and I received an order for Joab’s 
deliverance.” 

Poor Joab was reduced to a shadow ; he limped upon his branded 
feet. 

“ I am all right, friends,” he spoke, trying to smile, “ except my 
nerves, for which the shock was too much. If my little girl were 
now here she could hardly love me. See what a blessing her absence 
is, — for a starter.” 

They all shed tears, and Joab was the first to get voice and say, — 

“ Dona, did you happen to drop the remark to Bishop Deza that 
Nature had a bright inhabitant somewhere?” 

“ Just that: Noama told me it was your favorite saying.” 

“ Huzza ! my little girl was ever true ! O friends, how sweet is 
life, even to this poor stump of man ! I am altogether ruined in for- 
tune, and it is not worth while to commence again in uncertain Spain. 
They set me free with difficulty, and can give me nothing back. But 
life is worth it all. I know I have your love. From dark, 
man-made hell, where I have been, I learned that nothing frets the 
Satan in the raging heart of cruelty like the love and friendship of the 
worthy.” 

“ Did Ferdinand speak ” 

“Of Dofia Beatrix?” interrupted Geraldini. “ He did. He said, 
* Give my gratitude to that gallant wench : I paid my last call in Cordova 
upon her.’ ” 

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“ Is Captain Colon ever despondent ?” she asked. 

“ Not when he sees the queen, dear Beatrix. He has the hallucina- 
tion that he has fascinated Isabella, and, truly, when she sees him, 
which has happened some three times, and notably at the commission 
of the doctors, Isabella looks on Colon as another St. Iago. When he 
stands in her eye and it suffuses with sympathy for his cause, Colon 
talks with rapture, and I marvel that his incomplete education bears 
him on so well. But the life of the solicitor in the lobby of Castile 
is demoralizing. What can be done to draw our friend into healthier 
lines ?” 

“ Put him in the wars,” said Nunez : “ I will be his squire and 
armor him. When they see him soldiering they will call him comrade, 
and he may have his chance when Granada falls.” 

“ So long !” exclaimed Beatrix. “ My little brother may then be a 
man.” 

“ Meantime, dona, I will be your cook here at the once cheery Inn 
of the Cid.” 

Nunez looked down on the silent, weedy yard, and thought of all 
his pains, and would have choked with grief but that his kind im- 
pulses took in the woe of Beatrix. 

“ Come with me, brother Pedro,” he said to the lad. “ Will you 
sleep with me to-night? I may want you, little brother, in the 
night.” 

Beatrix would have cried out in agony when they were about to 
leave Alexander Geraldini alone with her, but she was too weak, and 
she dared not raise her eyes to that hale, wholesome, and hearty if 
poetic student. 

“ Never, dear Beatrix,” spoke Geraldini, “ have I seen you so beau- 
tiful. There is a sensibility amidst your luxuriant charms which is 
like the birth of knowledge in the fruitage of Paradise. I come to 
say I love you, and to say it with Colon’s whole consent.” 

“ And you his friend, sir ?” 

“ Of course. In our many walks about Salamanca he talked to me 
continually of the queen, and asked me one day if I had never felt the 
tender passion which almost animated him to enter the lists and defend 
his glove in Isabella’s name. Pressed upon that point, I told him that 
one lady only had carried my heart away, else I should have already 
entered the Church, for which I had the predilection of a student and, 
I trust, a poet. This lady, I said, loved another and an older man. 
Colon advised me to give love a fair trial before seeking unhealthy 
cloisterhood. Love was the author of Religion, he said, not its rival. 
I told him I loved Beatrix Enriquez.” 

“ Dear friend, you pain me. Please say no more ; I am in the 
sorrow of a great fear.” 

“ Colon said to me, ‘ She is poor, in your debt, and neglected by the 
man she had chosen to protect her. It may be that she will now repent 
her unwise selection and find comfort in your suit.’ ” 

“ Not now, Alexander. Not now.” 

“ This is the day I am to decide : my vessel is at Seville. Shall I 
go to Rome a husband or a monk ?” 


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“ Beautiful Rome ! They say my ancestors were Roman.” 

“ My brother stands high with the Pope. He will send me to 
England. You shall see Rome, Naples, Florence, and Avignon. From 
one of these countries I will return to Spain as ambassador, and Fer- 
dinand shall address you in honor, not with the freedom I hear he has 
sometimes assumed.” 

“ Pride is dead in me, Alexander. You cannot marry me.” 

“I will.” 

“ You know not what you say.” 

“Do you love King Ferdinand?” 

“ He is my king ; he also has been kind.” 

“ The love I ask from you is my link to life. I shall not care 
if you are worldly. That will make me competitive in the world and 
chase away the convent shadow that is drawing near. Let your beauty 
draw me in the sun ! I am too young to love a skull, a cross, a rosary, 
alone.” 

“ Go this night to Seville, or to-morrow you may be most unhappy. 
Oh, I pray it.” 

“ I see you are dwelling upon the king’s compliment.” 

“The king? The king who has ruined me!” 

“ I shall come to-morrow for my answer, Beatrix. No incident can 
discourage me. As yet Italy is free from war, and its princes love 
letters. I have a friend of genius in Milan, Leonardo, who asks me to 
join him under the dark-skinned regent there. The sciences come to 
Leonardo, like the arts and literature, by an instinct. With my beau- 
tiful bride to drive serious thoughts away, I will challenge even Leo- 
nardo da Vinci to a trial of talent.” 

“ Not to-morrow ?” 

“ Surely to-morrow ; I have been your friend, and you cannot refuse 
to see me, in plain gratitude.” 

“ Oh, come to-morrow ; but leave me now. It is so dark I cannot 
see you.” 

“ It is the full afternoon light, Beatrix.” 

He passed away, innocent as man, and feeling that he had made an 
impression. 

“ Does Cristoval wish to marry me to his friend ?” thought Beatrix. 
“How can I save him from his friend?” 

As that afternoon Geraldini and Nufiez discussed cosmography 
together, Bishop Deza came to the inn in state and lingered about them 
in strained sufferance. 

Nunez was kind to him as of old. Geraldini would not be 
cordial. 

“ I used to be welcome here,” Deza finally said. “ It is true that 
I have done an injury, but it was in the line of my office. Nunez 
forgives me : why not you ?” 

“Cruelty is ever repulsive to true science,” Geraldini answered, 
after a long pause. “Science may be sordid, but it does not love 
blood.” 

“God is Science: light and energy are our God. Nuilez has told 
me so.” 


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“ Why, then, are you the executioner ?” 

“ It suits Spain. In all my ministration with fire and rack, one man 
only have I seen who had toleration for other sufferers who differed 
from him. He sits there.” 

“ Vainly have I prayed, my brother, if thou art still unkind,” 
responded Nufiez. “None are denied in our temple where we pray, 
4 Let knowledge prevail, and there shall be no fury/” Nunez 
stretched forth his hand. 

“ I fear thy spirit upon the star we seek to reclaim,” Gerald ini 
said. “ I cannot give thee my hand.” 

Lying down to dreams of nuptial joy, Geraldini composed a poem 
to his lady. 

She travelled the way of the evil and the good, the path that is the 
dark ambush to the gate of light, the road to Bethlehem bearing the 
tyrant’s tax. 

“ O Joseph !” sounded a voice in the night to Nunez’s quick ears. 
“Jesus, Joseph, and Mary !” 

“Fly, Pedro, my boy, to where I told thee,” Nufiez spoke. 
“ Return on wings. Mind not thy raiment, little brother !” 

“Who are they in the court, Joab?” asked the poet toward the 
morning hour. 

“ One is there, I think, who entered not,” reflected Joab. 

“ How peculiar seems the life in this once resonant inn !” observed 
Geraldini at breakfast. “ All this morning I feel as if the place had 
spirits, and strangers of distinction had come and gone. I looked out 
after dawn, and a star seemed mellow as an orange over the inn, and 
then it seemed to blush and go out.” 

“ The Nativity always has such a star to wise men and shepherds,” 
Joab answered. “ Go dress thyself, Alexander, as to attend the queen’s 
children.” 

All dressed and perfumed, as Colon had taught him to love perfumes, 
Geraldini went out, and found Nufiez also dressed in the best raiment 
he could assume. 

“Wait till the banner is flung out,” Nunez observed. “Thank 
God, we are one family yet.” 

“ You speak in riddles, brother Joab.” 

“ There it is !” exclaimed Joab, suddenly, and, Geraldini following 
his eye, a Moorish person, dressed like a physician, was seen at 
Beatrix’s gallery ; he wore the exact dress of Averroes in Joab’s trance, 
— a spotless round turban and white robe with a dark brown cape and 
brown and ribbed facing to its front and sleeves, the whole falling to 
his blue morocco slippers. 

“Mufti, is it well?” Joab cheerily called. 

To this the grave, white-bearded Moor replied, — 

“ All is well as long as God replenishes ! Bread is well, and water 
is better, but life is from the pulsations of the bright heart of all 
things. He blesseth us with Motion, which is light, warmth, and 
quickening. Hail to our God !” 

The sounds floated over the court and seemed mysterious. 

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balcony a banner Beatrix had embroidered the day Columbus came to 
the Inn of the Cid. 

Its white mantle and red cross of the Knights of St. Iago were a 
little faded, but it was recognized by Joab and Alexander, who knelt to it. 

They walked together, taking little Pedro Arana, and silently 
passed up the stairs. A feeling of awe was at Geraldini’s throat and 
temples. 

Within, the Moorish doctor stood holding a child, a new-born babe. 

“Ass’s milk/’ said the physician, pouring that fluid down the 
babe’s mouth. “ The ass goeth long in the desert, and life is long : 
hail to our God !” 

“ But Beatrix ?” sighed Geraldini. “ Is she a mother ?” 

“ Love covereth all sins !” exclaimed Nunez. “ Let the sons of the 
Magi kneel at this humble stall, for birth is always humble.” 

“ It is Ferdinand’s,” sighed Geraldini. “ Who can resist the king ?” 

“ He was my king : I love and trust in him,” spoke Beatrix, feebly, 
but with a happy sigh. 

“ I take thee as thou art, Beatrix,” Geraldini breathed, stretching 
forth his hands in adoration. “ Even as Joseph took his wife, to cover 
her good name, I will take thee.” 

“ My name is good to all who can love me.” 

“ It is,” Geraldini cried. “ For love I press thee still to give me 
grace. I will give my name to thy babe.” 

“ No.” . 

“ This is the day which sends me to Rome a husband or a monk.” 

“A monk then let it be,” declared Nunez, like one in authority. 
“ Thou art half in orders now. I will be godfather to the babe, and 
thou the priest.” 

Geraldini looked around. 

The physician was gone. 

“ Bless our dear little baby, good father !” pleaded Pedro Arana. 

Nunez handed Geraldini the babe. 

“ I call thee Fernando, for the king !” exclaimed Geraldini. “ Love 
literature, gentleness, and peace ! Be thy birth precursor of the advent 
of a farther world, where plenty shall keep down war and liberty shall 
give light and love.” 

“ Fernando f” reflected Beatrix. “ They call it for the king: I care 
not, so Cristoval sustain no calumny. Farewell my pride: I give it 
all to be the mother of this child.” 

“ Adieu !” Geraldini sighed. “ I am for Rome, to be a monk.” 


CHAPTER VI. 

DISENCHANTED. 

With a haughty step, threadbare and almost shoeless from travel, 
Columbus entered the inn. His hair was whitening fast, but his 
freckled skin and clear blue eyes, his Florentine locks falling to his 
shoulder, the lengthened gravity of his jaws, the slight aquilinity of his 
sagacious nose, the beauty and calmness of his brows, orbits, and tern- 


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pies, revealed the effects of high contacts with men and the defence of 
great and lonely thoughts. He had grown like a Greek, some Leoni- 
das defending the pass to antique liberty, and not all the friendship 
of this world would have compensated him for his solitary pride and 
poverty. 

“ Welcome, my captain !” spoke the broken voice of a broken man 
limping toward him. 

“ Nunez? lovely fellow, have they had you before the faculty, too? 
How old we are, my friend ! But Beatrix ?” 

“ Right here. Pure as a gem. Ready with a starter.” 

Colon almost ran up the stairs. He knocked at the door. 

“Abra usted la puerta !” came the reply. 

Beatrix and her brother were combing wool, the result of their 
labors filling half the room. 

Colon knelt at Beatrix’s feet and drew her upon his breast. He 
kissed her l^ng and affectionately. She was silent. 

“ There!” exclaimed Joab, “as the prophet Daniel would put it, 
‘ the Ancient of Days did sit, whose garment was white as snow, and 
the hair of his head like the pure wool.’ Come, Pedro, let us go to 
market.” 

Colon again embraced Beatrix when they were alone. 

“ Are you not unnatural ?” he asked. “ I know you are not cold.” 

“Ami Beatrix?” 

“ Who besides ?” 

“Or Isabella?” 

He looked at her in surprise and embarrassment. 

“ Has any new instructor made you too wise, my precious ?” 

“Oh, yes. We parted lovers; we meet parents.” 

There was the motion at Beatrix’s cot of a child turning over, 
followed by a child’s sigh. With pale astonishment Colon rose and 
walked to the cot and looked down at the child. 

“ Whose?” he asked. 

“ The king’s.” 

“ Is it named ? Is it a boy ?” 

“ Fernando.” 

The child began to cry. He took it up and walked with it and 
composed it upon his breast like one who had walked the night with 
other babes. 

“ This is the first fruit I have had in Spain,” said Columbus. 

“The last, sir, also,” Beatrix replied. “The Queen of Castile 
must bear you fruit next.” 

“ Beatrix?” 

“ Father !” 

“ And mother, too ?” 

“ Yes, we are friends, united to each other as friends by the unusual 
pledge of offspring. I blame you not. I love you. But I have been 
long with that dear child alone, and my own destiny is fulfilled in it; 
yours goes on to the great purpose in which your enamouring of me is 
only an accident, a tribute. If you can be true to me, some day we 
may love again. But love like mine will not be Moorish love, that 


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of the captive in your harem, while you have a sultana. I will not be 
embraced as Isabella again. I am Beatrix, successor of your other 
son’s mother.” 

All this time she had been combing wool. He knew not what to 
say, so he sat down opposite her where Pedro had been and began to 
comb also, with face abstracted. Finally he looked up and sighed : 

“ How comfortable !” 

A graver look came to her face. 



“ This is like coming to my father’s house,” said Colon. “ The 
wool-carding looks so honest. We boys were always welcome when 
we worked. It is a dearer feeling I have toward you, but there is 
motherhood in it, too.” 

“She bore you and knew you by pain, Cristoval.” 

“ As I was coming here I thought how brief would be the time I 
could conceal my restlessness. I must amuse and worship a young 
lady, with all my other cares. I find her a not unhappy mother, a 
prudent friend, seriously at work. But I am sorry, too. I expected 
more rapture.” 

“Sir, I will ever love you. As in the beginning I was nature’s 
giver, believing you loved me wholly, I shall be wholly yours when 
you can love. O Cristoval, that is my woman’s instinct, now ; but 
that is our child.” 

“ Explain, Beatrix.” 

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not understand : ‘ If the queen cares not for me, in all Spain I am 
without a friend/ I thought I was your queen. Later on you wooed 
me with more singleness of heart. I believe I can make you love me. 
But while Isabella is your patron, divinity, and guardian angel, be true 
to her. That is to be a gentleman !” 

The monks and the college had hung Columbus up. They came 
to no conclusion before the court left Salamanca, postponed their de- 
cision for three years after that, and Beatrix’s child was more than 
three years old when their finding was at last proclaimed. 

Once Beatrix went to the orangery by the mosque, and there she 
saw Cristoval with a little table drawing charts which her brother, 
Pedro, exposed for sale. 

As she looked in humiliated pity, one of the seedy Aranas came 
up, her kinfolk, and began, to abuse Pedro for thus taking to trade. 

A gentleman stopped to note the scene, and, drawing near, he took 
the chart from Pedro’s hand. 

“ What expert lines and characters!” said this gentleman. “ You 
have not taken up this art in a day.” 

“ No, Highness. I was taught to draw by Benincosa, in Genoa, 
almost thirty years ago.” 

“ I will buy this chart of the latest Portuguese voyages.” 

“ Pray let me make a present of it to you.” 

“ Do you know me ?” 

“ Yes, sir, by your intelligence. Had I been an armorer I should 
have drawn a crowd. Now I have onlv drawn the Duke of Medina- 
Celi.” 

“ Sir,” said Colon to the Duke of Medina-Celi, “ one-half my glory 
is departed already, in the Portuguese creeping toward India by the 
south. I am barefooted. Some plain people who comb wool give me 
lodging and food. I have not seen my son for six years : he will not 
know his father.” 

The duke took Columbus in at Puerto de Santa Maria, by Cadiz, 
and had him reclad and set him at his own table every day. Finally 
the guest remarked, — 

“ Highness, this is only splendid poverty. The rich will enter- 
tain artists at greater expense than would commission them. If you 
would give me out of your hundred vessels only two, I would transmit 
your name to posterity as high as mine.” 

“ Thank you,” said the duke, dryly : “ if Medina-Sidonia will give 
you a ship I will give one. Go and ask him.” 

Medina-Sidonia was in Seville, and had a fleet. He told Colon to 
take his house, his horse, anything he might see, but to take them 
manana , — to-morrow. 

Colon stated his want to be a vessel for a three-months voyage, in 
pursuit of an idea. 

“ Ah !” said the duke, “ stay with me a month. It is so refreshing 
to meet men of letters. I prefer their society to their letters. One 
rubs something from a bright man, you know, and exhausts him. A 
ship, did you say? What for?” 


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“ To discover Asia straight away to our west.” 

“ Are you not a little notional, friend Colon ?” 

“ Greatly notional, lord duke. My notion is great and gratuitous 
as God’s when He made the world, man, and redemption. I seek to 
piece the globe together, to find my fellow-creature who is lost, and to 
make trade.” 

“Oh, pshaw! The Italians have that Greek idealism in them. 
The Greeks never had anything to do with Spain, you know. It does 
not become a practical man of large property like myself to invest 
in notions. Why don’t you go to bull-raising? There is something 
practical. Next to the king and queen, the bull-fighter is the most 
adored of men. You have fine legs for the bull-ring, which will take 
the ladies.” 

“ Sir, we have exhausted each other.” 

The Duke of Medina-Celi, upon Colon’s return, met his disap- 
pointment with generosity. 

“ Good Colon,” he said, “ I believe you to be a sincere man, and I 
know you are proficient, for I have seen you with my captains. You 
put a boat about beautifully; your mathematics are exact; your log is 
kept like Moorish geometry. I would not make a sacrifice for you as 
a man with friends, but as my friend, my private discovery. While 
you have been gone I have made your expedition ready. Do you see 
yonder caravels? They wait for you.” 

“ My God !” exclaimed Columbus. “ Do I dream at last, after all 
my waking?” 

“ There, there ! your emotion, captain, repays me all. One little 
thing stands in our way. Do you trust the queen’s professions?” 

“She is my only friend. Nothing but her poverty has kept me 
unemployed so long.” 

“ Then she will, no doubt, give me the royal permission I have 
sent for, to equip and start you. I would not like to usurp a state 
prerogative, such as discovering new islands or lands.” 

Colon told this to Nufiez with exhilaration which alarmed his 
cautious squire. 

“ Master, do wait ! The way of kings and queens, who are poli- 
ticians, is to pre-empt everything.” 

“ But this is a woman, — Isabella.” 

“Spell it Ysabel y master. It was imported from Sidon, and is 
the Jezebel of Scripture, she who, with all the devotion in our queen, 
brought four hundred of the priests of Venus with her.” 

“ Away ! thou lovest not thy queen.” 

Columbus lived on air. The gratitude due to the duke was all 
transferred to the queen. For her he made vows to go twice backward 
up Monserrat, and to contribute an image of the Virgin in silver to 
the shrine of St. Iago. He construed Ferdinand to be her dragon, 
himself her Perseus, and if he thought of Beatrix at all it was with 
pity, like patronage. 

A royal courier came one day to Seville, where the vessels lay to 
be victualled. He delivered a letter with great ceremony to the duke, 
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“ For your own eye only.” 

The missive was signed with the queen’s name and signet. It said, — 

“To our well-beloved subject, Luis de la Cerda, Duke, etc. This 
is reply to your communication respecting the geographer, or navigator, 
called Cristoval Colon, alias Colombo. We reserve to ourselves and 
the royal treasury of Castile all expeditions and rewards for the same 
to new lands. We have been at great charity to provide food and 
lodging and amusement for the said Italian. It is our will and moni- 
tion that nothing be done for him till we take the same upon ourself, 
after due and sufficient opinion and at proper leisure. And we order 
into our service the caravels provided by your grace for said Colon to 
take instead to the prior of the convent of Jerusalem the veil embroid- 
ered with our own hands to be suspended over the Holy Sepulchre, 
and the pension of one thousand ducats we have granted to said Order.” 

Columbus set out for Cordova, walking all the night, carried along 
by the tumult of his indignant feelings. 

“ Beatrix,” he cried, “ she has broken my heart !” 

“Who?” 

“Jezebel, false Queen of Spain.” 

“ She is our queen, father, and our child’s : a glorious queen.” 

“ I tear her image from my heart, and place thine there, my child, 
my Beatrix.” 

“ No, Cristoval. Place there thine own image and purpose. De- 
ceive not thyself. Isabella is perhaps dethroned in your heart, but 
till the Indies be found I am not your heart’s mistress.” 

“I have no mistress, then,” sighed Columbus, — “no mistress, and 
no wife.” 

“ Courage, brother !” Nufiez spoke. “ Try the poor, next. Try 
Palos.” 

“ Yes, yes !” Columbus cried : “ I will find my son there, — my 
Diego.” 

“ Do go, and rest thy heart, and bear to Diego his little brother’s 
love!” entreated Beatrix, presenting Fernando. 

The child put his arms around the mariner’s neck. Colon bedewed 
his brow with relieving tears, and said, — 

“ I shall have my offspring’s love, I know.” 


CHAPTER VII. 

BY THE TINTO. 

Colon and Nunez were fellow-travellers, and both on foot, over 
the fifty miles from Cordova to Seville and the forty succeeding miles 
from Seville to Huelva. 

In Cordova, where Beatrix remained, the Arana family gave out, 
from their self-esteem, that King Ferdinand was Beatrix’s protector. 

In the afternoon Colon set forth from Seville ; the Giralda tower, 
then without a cupola, sent over the intervening space the muezzin 
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place of Roman sages and emperors, but an amphitheatre only in the 
silent fields, deserted by the river and mankind. Colon and Nufiez 
walked in the cool of night in the narrow mule-paths, through villages 
almost deserted by men who had joined the wars, past little parties 
of recruits or conscripts hurrying up to Granada, by lurking skulkers 
and nondescripts, and taking rest sometimes in empty wine-caves they 
opened their bundle and ate at dawn where a river flowed winding 
around some Moorish towers. 

The country was even more deserted the second day as they crossed 
the hills of the Guadiamar, treading between cactus hedges like enor- 
mous standing serpents and seeing the olive orchards dying of old age 
which the Moors had planted when they entered Spain. They went 
to sleep in a tower of Niebla, once a mighty Roman and Moorish city, 
still walled and many-towered, a bridge of incredible age behind it, a 
river beleaguering it. The Tinto was the stream, coming down here 
from the mines of ancient Tarshish, and Colon repeated from Isaiah 
the prophetic words, — 

“ The day of the Lord shall be upon every one that is proud, and 
upon all the ships of Tarshish.” 

“ I can match thee better than that,” laughed Nunez : “ ‘ The ships 
of Tarshish did sing of thee in thy market, and thou wast replenished, 
and made very glorious in the midst of the seas/ ” 

They woke in the morning and saw the great plain of the Tinto 
falling toward the region called the Algarve and the Atlantic coast. 
A Spanish village within the ruins of Niebla was awake, and, seeing 
these strangers in one of their towers, the people pointed them out. 
Soon came a boy running to the foot of the tower and calling up, — 

“Senor Colombo, — Don Cristoforo, — which is he?” 

Nunez saw Colon slide down the debris of the broken tower and 
take the boy in his arms and cry, — 

“ Diego, my lost delight ! I am thy father.” 

“ Fernando !” said a voice. 

“ My son, thou hast a beauteous brother.” 

“ Is that all, papa? My uncle Muliar left me here to await you. 
He has gone to the wars. He said you were the queen’s friend and 
would come back to your son very rich.” 

They took Diego along across the country to the trading town of 
Moguer, set back on the hills for defence from pirates. It had busi- 
ness with the mines and with the new isles in the Atlantic, kept a train 
of pack-mules plying to Seville, and smuggled with Barbary and 
Portugal. From its Giralda they could see its little port of Palos, or 
the Marshy, upon another hill, close to broad water, where the Tinto 
coming down from the north, and the Odiel from the west, over- 
flowed at flood-tide all the marshes between them, making good chan- 
nels for smuggling, and giving inland access to Huelva, on the farther 
shore under some grassy cliffs, a place less sinister and hidden and 
more in official favor. 

Huelva was four or five miles from Palos, and opposite it, below 
Palos, stood a humped something on the Palos promontory, bold, yet 
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“ There is Rabida, where Juan Perez is prior. He was our queen’s 
confessor.” 

“ Rabida ?” replied Colon to Nufiez, — “ Santa Maria de Rabida? I 
know the old sea-nest.” 

Nunez would have had Colon tarry in Moguer and make some 
mercantile acquaintances. 

“ No, I have done with Spain. A people cannot be better than 
their princes. The French have fancy instead of superstition. Bold 
Basques, Bretons, and Normans shall hear my tale, and, casting their 
nets for fish, shall make the miraculous draught of the Indies.” 

Sleeping by his child at Palos, thinking of his babe and Beatrix, 
Columbus formed at dawn his plan. He would replace Diego with 
his uncle Muliar at Huelva, and forthwith ship for Portugal, borrow 
some money from King Joao, and take passage for Nantes. The King 
of France was at Tours, or Loches, or Blois, not far up the Loire. 

A great desire to leave Spain and its people possessed Colon. 

“ Eighteen years,” he said, “ I have carried this idea to the courts 
of the Iberian peninsula. My answer has only been, ‘To-morrow.’ 
To-morrow shall be theirs, but France To-day’s.” 

“ I love old Spain,” cried Nufiez. V Give her this one day !” 

They had lain in a stable yard at Palos, and Joab disappeared just 
as Columbus was ready to set out. 

“ I will go down to the port,” Columbus said, “ and bathe my 
bruised body.” 

Palos had a single street, from the old Moorish church at one end 
to the Rabida country road at the other end. By the church was a 
hillock of grass and clay as high as the blue-tiled church cupola, and 
the main street was shut in by such bluffs till it seemed a street of 
wine-caves or of burrows. Half-way along the street the hill opened 
and a lane went toward the landing so winding that its sailors’ houses 
hid the water. 

Wondering if he must turn down this water-lane, Columbus saw a 
man in the eye of the lane and inquired of him. With a commanding 
gesture this man pointed to the south. 

“ Surely that bearded person is a Moor,” Columbus said. 

The low tapia or plaster-walled houses of Palos, buried in Moorish 
days among the hills to be hidden from the Norman pirates, stretched 
a good way onward, and melted into the country without a boundary. 
Columbus now saw the water and the port, such as it was, apparently 
behind him, and he turned about, feeling that the strange man had 
misinformed him. 

But there stood the long-and white-bearded guide still pointing 
with an air of prescription and command to the south. 

Columbus continued on into the open country, leading his boy 
Diego by the hand. 

“ Father, you woke me up so early I am hungry and thirsty. Shall 
we be there soon, father?” 

“ In a few minutes, dear son. Do not complain, Diego ; I am sad 
to-day, my child.” 

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u One*third of my life, sod, I leave in Spain, and my sweetheart, 
too.” 

“ Thou art too old for a sweetheart, my father.” 

“ When we are too old for that, Diego, we are dead. Do you see 
the fish-hawk, son, which is just returning to yonder old tree? — that 
tree which it has blasted by its choice? Had the hawk no mate there, 
it would languidly pursue the sole.” 

“ I hope you will have a mate, then, father ; we are all so poor. 
Can’t we be fishermen instead of geographers, and find some food ?” 

They went on so far that Diego began to cry. The land was 
gravelly drift, covered with some ill-starred pine-trees which could 
moan in unison, but not one was big enough for a spar. 

“ They are like my hopes,” Columbus thought, “ stunted, moaning : 
my ship has not one timber yet.” 

“ Water, my father !” Diego sighed. 

“ Son, I think we are lost. The port of Rabida we must soon 
come to. It is now as easy to go on as to go back.” 

Bright flowers grew by the way ; the pines in the sheltered hill- 
coves breathed a consonant sigh like that which follows rapture’s kiss ; 
sometimes, rising from a holloW to a swell, they could see Huelva and 
the sea — the Atlantic sea — beyond a dike of low, uniform trees like 
dwarf oaks. 

“ Oh, that cold, bitter sea !” Columbus thought. “ It has sunk my 
life. Till it gives me the secret of a farther shore I am a citizen of 
nowhere.” 

Joab caught up and took Diego on his good broad back and told 
him a tale, and suddenly they came to an opening, and the priory of 
Rabida stood up against the sea right before them. 

“ Omega !” Columbus said. “ All that I ask of Spain is a cup of 
water now.” 

Rabida took its name from some rabid Moslems or fanatics, who 
built up an order of bachelor chivalry, like the Franciscans. Now it 
was a Franciscan priory, a blended convent, hospital, magistrate’s, and 
pastor’s parsonage. Before it stood an iron cross of . light open bars, 
mounted upon a pillar of masonry. 

The humped edifice, nearly two hundred feet square, was cornered 
and flanked by several walled yards, in one of which was a well, and 
above the walls rose a cupola and cross. The ocean air, cool as the 
moon which dipped the tides, blew in on Colon’s brow. 

He sat at the foot of the cross, upon its ramparts of grass, and took 
otf his wide-rimmed hat to let the sea air blow his lily strands of hair, 
sighing in relief an unconscious blessing upon the sea that was so old 
and constant in its life and health. 

He saw Joab go in the low door near the ground and return with 
water for Diego. 

As the boy asked for some food, a window was opened above, al- 
most the only window on this exposed side of Rabida, where the hill- 
top was level with the gate, and there looked out a priest of a red skin, 
a high forehead running far back in the temples, and open discerning 
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“Let the boy be fed/’ commanded this man. “Ask the traveller 
yonder to come in and eat. — Brother ! friend I” raising his voice, “ make 
no ceremony, but come. You must have risen betimes.” 

“ I thought never to accept hospitality more in Spain,” thought 
Columbus, going in. 

He passed by the stable within the gate, and the steward’s, smith’s, 
and janitor’s booths, and came, next to an open patio or colonnaded 
yard, and then to the open door of a chapel, into which he walked and 
knelt before the altar. 

“ Thy kingdom come !” Columbus prayed. “ Light up the forgot- 
ten shores of thy kingdom with the star of peace on earth, good will 
to men ! If it be thy will, use me, dear Lord ! — me, whose sin has 
been my great ambition. Let me find the Land for my brother man, 
and let my name perish and another’s be the glory !” 

He threw himself forward upon his breast and arms on the cool, 



HE THREW HIMSELF FORWARD UPON HIS BREAST AND ARMS ON THE COOL, CLEAN BRICKS. 

clean bricks, and with his brow in his hands felt the tears our inner 
nature sheds in real contrition flow like an obstinate child’s, melted it 
knows not how. 

Within that piety and penance was the gush of human love, the 
despair for Beatrix. 

Her obduracy from her heights of virtue, like the chaste Diana, 
shot torturing arrows down. He, the great wronger of her peace and 
station, felt wronged and deserted, as if he deserved, like other martyrs 
to their passions, the especial compassion of their God. 

A hand was laid upon Columbus. A voice, like a brother’s more 
than an ecclesiastic’s, said, — 

“Tut! tut! Everything must come right. I see your apparel 
shows a woman’s hand. Your boy shows a kind companionship. 

Tol. T/r.— 28 


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Your hands are too delicate for violence. Your tongue is not Spanish. 
If the Church persecutes you as a stranger, even then you are safe in 
Rabida.” 

“ Are you the prior?” asked Colon, looking up. 

“ Yes, I am John Perez, unprofitable master of Rabida. Your 
son and his friend are already eating. Come and bless their food.” 

Columbus knew the sort of man he had to deal with, the type of 
country pastors, — men whose religion is daily experience and sympathy 
with their fellows, whose authority is accepted without its exertion, 
from their tact, judgment, and benevolence, and who have not half as 
much theology as their conceited vestry. 

This kind of man now served Columbus’s little family in the re- 
fectory, a cool room with a stone seat along the wall. His bright skin 
of dark red made his anxiously hospitable blue eyes all the brighter; 
his teeth were white, and he was a little over-tidy, like one who, in 
defiance of the command to prove his Christianity by his dirt, washed 
himself as often as a Moor. He saw Columbus glance as for some- 
thing : 

“ Say what you seek for, son Cristoval.” 

“ Water. I cannot eat with these hands.” 

“ Come with me.” 

There was a cloister with covered sides farther within the priory, 
and above it near by was a beautiful room in proportions and carpen- 
try, with a ceiling trussed and corded, and a window in the rear over- 
looking two rivers and the sea, and at the opposite end a dressing-room 
and a bedroom. 

“ Here is water, son,” said John Perez, producing a stone jug and 
a Moorish basin. 

His ablutions finished, Columbus glanced again as if he had a want. 

“ Ask and you shall receive,” smiled the prior. 

“ Perfumes ?” sighed Columbus. 

“ I thought I had a gentleman with me,” said Perez, producing 
from his toilet a flacon of alcohol flavored with a pungent leaf. “ When 
you retire to-night I will have for you in the jail — we have a little 
jail here — my patent shower-bath, which upsets, by the foot, cold water 
drawn from the old Moorish well at the foot of the hill.” 

“ I dream sometimes that I have a library like this,” Columbus 
said, seeing the manuscripts in the open-beamed room. 

“ Dreams come true. Stay with me a good while and tell mje of 
the world. It is far away here. Once I lived in the world, but nature 
called me away. Perhaps I was selfish, but you know a bachelor has 
a superfluous thing in ambition. Ambition is for our women. Ah ! 
I have even been in love.” 

Columbus groaned. 

“ So has my friend,” said John Perez. “ What a day we can have 
together !” 

“ Father, I must cross over to Huelva this noon.” 

“ Whither away ?” 

“ For France.” 

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“ Yes , — the King of France.” 

An imperceptible drawing up of his frame, as if by the expanding 
of his nostrils, followed the statement, and something like sullen dignity 
stood on Columbus’s mild orbits and trenchant nose. 

The priest refrained from inquiring or even replying, for in this 
moment he had exchanged ranks with his dusty-legged visitor, who was 
become the superior in the convent. 

As they sat in the refectory, Joab Nunez observed, — 

“ Father Prior, we bring magic with us. As I taste this omelet I 
shall, for a starter, describe your cook. Then you shall produce him, 
and if the admiral here decides that I am right, this little boy shall 
have a glass of wine.” 

Nunez told the cook’s description. The prior grew mildly mystified 
and amused. At the end of the tale he produced a grimy object. 

“ Espinosa! I thought I knew the sweet-oil flavor,” Nunez cried. 
“ You should see him serve up a monkey or a pig’s foot.” 

The malignant artist held his peace, and faded into his small galley 
of a kitchen, among his little charcoal fires. 

“ Father,” Nunez continued, “ the admiral is sick. He is not fit 
to leave Rabida to-night. His pulse is fitful and high. That red spot 
on his cheek has the glow of fever. I ask you to detain him here.” 

“ You are indeed a magician, good fellow. — Son Cristoval, I must 
bed you to-night.” 

“ Impossible.” 

“ Son, it is a decision.” 

“ Father,” broke in Diego, “ this is a beautiful place. I never 
saw any house so cool. Let us stay. Tell me about my little new 
brother.” 

Joab disappeared after the repast, and Colon and son slept, and 
afterward bathed in the jail-room near the yard of the well. A Fran- 
ciscan’s cloak and sandals were supplied by the prior, and he and Colon 
went up in the open piazza, or loggia , overlooking the sea, to have a 
talk. 

“ Why does your fellow-traveller call you Admiral, my son ?” 

“That was, that is, the title I claim. Because I am a beggar my 
claim is not disparaged. Many a year I have solicited governments to 
commission me to discover the Western Indies.” 

“ Western ? That is nearly as we look across Huelva. Can you 
mean the Indies that are also behind us?” 

“Yes, for the world is not a plane, father : it is an orb like your 
head.” 

“Now, I have heard that. If it be so, it ought to be known. 
What harm can result from knowing form and dimensions? In my 
early youth I was a carpenter and dearly loved my tools. I built a 
few houses, and they please me better than any of my sermons. Should 
we not fall off the earth, son, if it be round ?” 

“Oh, no. Do .you see those vessels yonder? One is nearer than 
the others, and its hull is in view. The other only shows its top parts, 
as if it was coming up a hill.” 

“Why, that is so. Why did I never think of that?” 


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“ Nor did you, my holy friend, ever see anybody from the end of 
the world.” 

“ Why, no. And of course it would have no end if it were a ball 
or orb. But, wise Colon, what holds it together ?” 

“ The same that would hold a plane together. That we do not know. 
But do you not see that water is in round drops ? Yonder ocean is a 
fluid of minute globes, each drop smoothly gliding over each other 
drop, and the movement of the waves is in curves. Had the world an 
end its sea would spill out somewhere ; but the mists pass water up to 
be rained back in round drops, as if no particle of this earth had any 
home but in the great orb. A circle is the action of a plane which 
goes as far as it can and falls. Why does it fall? That is its law. 
Your head is a sphere ; so is your abdomen. Why so ? If in any 
other form, they would seem absurd. Back to your head comes your 
arm in a circle. If you be blindfolded and walk, they say you will 
return in a circle to whence you started. Why is the rainbow round? 
‘ I have set my bow in the heavens/ says God, ‘ as a sign/ but we fail 
to note it rightly. So are we blind to the round shadow cast by the 
eclipse on sun and moon. Are they not round to us like balls of dis- 
tant light, and every star also round, or with merely rays ? The Wheel 
is in its infancy, John Perez ; it treads forever and has no end. The 
Sphere is only a wheel without section or break, a faultless wheel. As 
by the wheel they handle the helm of the ship, the wheel contains the 
principle of all conveyance, action, and swiftness. Within the Wheel 
is the whole career of man ; the sphere is in your eye which sees, your 
hand which works upon spheres, your feet and legs in balls and sockets, 
your jaws which act in curves, your lungs, your organs. The seed, the 
fruit, the egg, aliment, thought, beauty, reproduction, are all but opera- 
tions of the sphere, the wheel, the Onward !” 

“ What thrills go through me as you speak ! — exquisite thrills like 
my youthful love. Why come these tears to my eyes?” 

“ Tears are also spheres ; the holy drops of your emotion come 
round as our mother earth. We weep in spheres. Oh, think in 
spheres, and as in infant hunger the round breasts of your mother fed 
your heart, clasp now in child-like faith, thou gentle priest, the round 
and radiant image of your mother earth !” 

“ Praise God! I see it!” said John Perez. “How beautiful is 
nature’s teacher ! Son, give me thy kiss !” 

“ Father and friend, I will not answer for the results of my ex- 
pedition upon the fears of religion. The discovery of another world 
than this only which pope and bishop know, may unsettle many a holy, 
hoary error. Should I detain in night and captivity half of this 
earth redeemed by Christ, lest some crosier rattle in the creedsman’s 
terror ?” 

“ Not so. Religions were made for Truth, not Truth for religions.” 

“ I did not think to unfold my poor old threadbare proposition any 
more in Spain ; but thou hast a liberal heart, and I will tell it briefly 
to thee.” 

“ My great friend, shall I not send for a guest or two, sailors like 
thyself, from Palos yonder ?” 


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“ What are those I see looking up at us, prior ? Is not one of them 
my disciple Nunez?” 

“ Indeed it is, and every one of them with him is a man I had 
decided but this moment to send for, — Martin Alonso Pinzon, the 
Doctor Garcia Fernandez, and Sebastian Rodriguez our pilot. What 
a magician thy Nunez is!” 


CHAPTER VIII. 

RABIDA. 

They came to the front of the convent, and were fetched to the 
office, or prior’s court, a room nearly over the portal, a long room with 
table, stone inkstand, benches, and some arms suspended upon the 
shelving. A portrait of Isabella as a young princess hung over the 
prior’s table. Some fruit and olives were placed for the guests, who 
were introduced to Colon. 

Pinzon was a rough, Roman-looking fellow, of a very large head 
and short stature, his countenance red and of good-natured fierceness, 
like a smile set to broiling. Such men had been gladiators, and nearly 
killed others by their grim looks alone. He glanced at Colon, and 
then looked him through, but saw nothing, and took his seat. 

Dr. Garcia Fernandez was a young physician who had been at 
Salamanca’s schools, stood straight and tall, had high cheek-bones, 
straight black hair, eyes searching, merry, and deferential by turns, and 
was the pet and spark of that society, making other women as well as 
his wife brighten up when he came near. 

Sebastian Rodriguez was a stiff-haired, terrier-eyed, lean man, of 
hardly thirty, his ears up as if he saw another canine in every wave 
he steered against and must fight his way like a traveller’s dog from 
gate to gate. He had been so much in action and had in counsel lis- 
tened so pugnaciously that there seemed to be no way of putting him 
to sleep, unless he might sleep at the wheel ; and Colon noticed, with 
amusement in spite of his own intensity, that whenever Rodriguez 
spoke he made a gesture of putting a bight of rope around the tiller. 

At each effective point in the argument out darted his hand with a 
mental rope in it, took another clew on the helm, and held the sheet 
as if with his feet and back. 

The three Spaniards listened with the wariness at first of provincial 
Spaniards, not appetized toward strangers. 

Pinzon and Rodriguez seemed to be hostile, except by their close 
attention. 

Dr. Fernandez more quickly caught the scientific theory, and sus- 
tained Columbus because of his reading and scholarship. 

The prior, less critical than appreciative, kept his countenance open, 
and at every good point turned an inquiring smile upon his friends. 

Thus the effect of the meeting was Columbus arrested and under 
examination, the magistrate predisposed in his favor, the doctor his 
attorney, and the shipmaster and the pilot grim jurymen “hanging 
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A few auditors came in, generally to listen with painful effort at 
thought and finally to nod : some of these were friars and dependants 
about the place, mere animals or subsisters, to whom a Latin prayer 
and a plate of meat brought the same perfunctory opening of the 
mouth. 

Nunez, who knew Spain so well, acted the modest assistant at this 
clinic upon the anatomy of our world. 

He was that great, rare man who sustains the discoverer by loyal 
assiduities from the lowly place, the Indian’s dog hunting upon the 
pathless steppes by his master. His want of self made him resourceful 
without intrusion. 

“ Ah !” said he, looking round, “ full six years have we been trying 
to give the admiral a starter like this : honest hearts, real shipmates ! 
He has seen all the kings, cardinals, maritime dukes, and courtiers. 
Now he is at Palos, at Nazareth, among the fishermen brethren, as 
where the gospel started. These be the men who can walk upon the 
waters to him !” 

“ Praised be the consolation in coincidences !” exclaimed John Perez. 
“ It is also written that if the gospel had been as faithfully preached 
to the stones as to the Jews, they would have risen and believed. Oh, 
let us beware of unbelief! If it was deadly sin to reject the messenger 
from heaven, is it not weakness to reject the tidings of our brethren to 
whom this light of ours has never stretched ?” 

“ Why does the queen not see this?” asked Martin Pinzon in mas- 
tiff’s challenge. 

“ The queen,” spoke the prior, “ has a welcome heart. When 
tender upon her throne she inclined to me, and I found her principles 
all womanly. Our worldly hierarchy may have warped her nature, 
and wars are brutalizing, and glory and modesty like not each other’s 
company. Make allowance for the queen. Trust to the better woman. 
Once I reproved her for being too fine upon the point of piety. Said 
I, ‘ The throne of God is within the heart, not in the pageantry of 
human Christianity. Religion may become paganized by making more 
of it than Jesus did, who loved not glory, but the truth of daily love. 
“ Love one another !” he said. Ah ! in chivalry the scribes and Phari- 
sees came to meet him, and he upon an ass’s foal !’ She listened, her 
eyelash trembled, and she answered, ‘ When I am proud, come reprove 
me like this !’ ” 

“ This is thy time, then,” Rodriguez, the pilot, blurted forth. “ She 
has made a slip-knot upon the treasure of Granada. Forth, prior, upon 
thy donkey, and carry thy reproof!” 

Columbus took up a hardy citron of size large enough to scratch 
meridians, poles, and equator upon it, and the lands he expected to 
find. 

He made a demonstration of his projected voyage that was, in this 
country barn of a place, a delight because it drew near the vocations of 
his hearers. 

When the demonstration was finished, the prior called for opinions. 

“ For myself, friends,” said he, “ I think I see great good to come 
from the success of such an expedition. What would be like it since 


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Paul and Peter went to Pome? At the fall of Granada we shall have 
many lawless men unemployed in Spain, and many expeditions can be 
filled with them. If the world is round it can be circumnavigated to 
and fro, every expedition choosing its own meridian. Now we are to 
do something for the honor of our province of Niebla and the men of 
Palos-Moguer. This must not be promises, but little acts, each man a 
doer of something. Dr. Fernandez, speak !” 



COLUMBUS TOOK UP A HARDY CITRON. 


“ It is indeed curious that such a proposition should be made here, 
at this little hamlet,” said Dr. Fernandez, “ but it is in the fields, not 
in the cities, that are found the herbs which medicine man. We have 
the time and ears to listen, unlike them who are discharging cannon in 
the wars. The compliment done to Palos-Moguer is so great that we 
would seem to reject our destiny if we did not close with it. I have 
followed Sefior Colon with care. The views he expresses about the 
form of the earth are more common in Italy than in Spain, and were 


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held by the Moors and Greeks. Ptolemy was the name of a man in 
Greekish Egypt who pushed the view of the world's roundness hard 
upon the time of Peter and Paul." 

“ If he was right," gestured Rodriguez, holding in the sheet and 
clawing the tiller, “ Christianity has lost twelve hundred years. Why ?" 

“ The feudal ages," answered Dr. Fernandez. “ They consumed 
in miracles and sorceries the time of man. To such superstitions as 
theirs a thousand years were but as a day. Now shall we squander a 
thousand years of the life of great nations, too? Not if Palos-Moguer 
can speak for Spain !" 

He cast his eyes around ; the sedate Spaniards expressed a quiet 
infection of local spirit in their eyes. 

“ This stranger," Pinzon spoke, standing forward like a short dog 
or lion, “ is no fool at navigation. If he knew not a ship I would not 
listen to him ! Theories are not worth a maravedi unless one speaks 
by the element. I honor a fellow-sailor who will sail with me upon 
his theoretical course, who can command his vessel and tell the Virgin 
every noon where he is quartered. — Now, Senor Colon, what is the 
distance to Cipango?" 

“ Fifty-two degrees, says Toscanelli, — nine hundred leagues. Bwt 
I give it one hundred and twenty degrees." 

“ Then, Senor Colon, we should sail to Cipango in ninety days." 

“ In fifty days," Columbus declared. “ A current flows west from 
here. We can take it to-day and be among the isles of the Grand 
Khan by Christmas." 

“ Body of James !" exclaimed Rodriguez, taking a clew toward 
Pinzon, “ that would be sight enough to pay for the run ! How many 
are going to walk hence to Granada and be robbed or ravished on the 
road, to see even that show ?" 

“That shall you do, Sebastian Rodriguez," exclaimed the prior, 
“ an yon be a good disciple. You shall hence to Santa F6 and carry 
a letter to our queen." 

“That will I not do," answered Rodriguez. “ I have no wench." 

“ Now, Sebastian," advanced Pinzon, fiercely, “ I will put in my 
caravel." 

“ Why will you do that ?” 

“ For Palos-Moguer ! Comrade, the crown gives our port no 
chance. The queen is giving everything to Seville, Ferdinand every- 
thing to Barcelona. The idea is that shutting up the smaller ports will 
insure no smuggling. It is the day of monopoly. What say you, 
Sebastian, if we bring ourselves to the queen's notice and she fine us 
the damages of this expedition, and we slip away and discover the Ind ? 
Ha ! ha ! for Seville and Barcelona ! The world will shout for Palos- 
Moguer." 

“ Suppose they do, and I have barnacles on my straddle !" 

“ They will stand to thy account in purgatory, Sebastian." 

“ Clew ! a man need not fear purgatory who has sailed to the 
Grand Khan and seen the gold stakes on the devil's side of the heavens. 
Go with me and I will go, and we will anoint our scabs mutually." 

“ Sebastian." said Nunez, “ thou shalt see Granada fall." 


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“The first thing is thy letter, Father Perez,” observed Fernandez. 
“ I will go draught it. Colon shall copy it in his matchless hand.” 

“ Excuse me, gentlemen,” Columbus said. “ The queen knows my 
hand but too well. I cannot see how you will accomplish anything 
there. This plan is not mine.” 

“ I will go,” suddenly spoke Rodriguez. “ I love not a mule. He 
has no Christian deck. His keel is under the packcloth. He steers 
not affably at the twisting of his tail. But I will not have Martin 
Alonso give a caravel for Palos when I need only give the penance of 
eating my meals whilst I stand. Understand me ! It is my courtesy 
to Seilor Colon.” 

“ When will you start, Sebastian ?” 

“ This night. Madame Sebastian and myself have had a row : I 
shall be rejoicing that she thinks to have lost me for good.” 

“And now,” spoke the prior, “all to work. Dr. Fernandez and I 
will draught the letter. Sebastian Rodriguez will prepare his outfit. 
Martin Alonso Pinzon, who has some substance ashore, will advance 
Sebastian the money. Senor Nunez will saddle my mule. Don 
Cristoval will take a nap with his son till we are ready. He looks 
sorely fevered.” 

When Columbus awoke from a long nap he was in his bed in a 
little cool cell above one of the cloistered areas. It was night, and 
Nuflez stood by, holding a lard-lamp which threw flashes of flame 
upon a man with long beard, a thoughtful steady face, and the look of 
a Moor. 

This man held the pulse of Columbus in his hand. He looked 
like the strange man who had misguided Colon past Palos to Rabida. 

Columbus sought to speak, but in vain. He sought to call the 
name of Joab Nunez, but it would not come to mind. 

“ Thy name ?” the venerable Moor interrogated. 

Columbus could not speak his own name. 

“ Ibn Roshd,” spoke Nunez with a quiet modulation, “ though it is 
death to practise Moorish art, this man is worth thy death and mine.” 

The Moor produced a vial from his bosom and approached Colum- 
bus, speaking low : 

“ Take me not, earnest brother, for any spirit ! I am the shadow 
of the light of Science falling from the chink of antiquity. Thou 
needest rest. This vial is for the relief of thy o’erlabored brain. 
Refuse it, and the severed cell of speech shall die. Thy trumpet voice 
shall lose articulate command. The Indies shall be voiceless and sub- 
merged like old Atlantis. Take from the hunted Moor, the blameless 
sorcerer, this vial and five times drink of the round measure of thine 
eye from it. Then thou shalt sleep ! Now ere thou sleepest say one 
word, the dearest to thy heart, that we may serve thee !” 

Columbus could think of no word. 

“ Land ho /” spoke Nunez, softly. 

If Colon knew the word his friend would have him say, — Cipango 
or the Western Ind, — he would not say it. 

“Try him with the affections that are worlds as well,” volunteered 
the Moor. “ Hast thou one word, Colombo ?” 


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“ Beatrix /” the labored word came from the brain-spent man. 

The Moorish doctor pressed the vial into his hand and poured into 
a walnut-shell a measure in contents like his eye. 

“ He is true to his mistress,” said a voice, and Columbus fell to 
sleep. 

He awoke and saw Beatrix. 

“ Oh, God be praised !” she said, “ I hear him speak.” 

“ Mother !” was the word Columbus uttered. 

“ Yes, father, our son is here. The prior’s messenger stopped at 
Cordova and told me thou wert sick and needed Beatrix. With Fer- 
nando I came to nurse thee.” 

“ Is it night yet ? Has Rodriguez gone ?” 

“ Gone and returned. The queen has sent for Prior Perez, and he 
has commanded a mule and sets forth at midnight for Santa F6.” 

“ Oh, I have taken some potion. I surely saw the black cook enter 
here and grimace at me.” 

“ The Doctor Fernandez says these two weeks’ rest and sleep have 
kneaded thy brain, sore tried by endeavor and disappointment. The 
good prior was moved to send for me. See ! our chicks.” 

Diego and Fernando entered, drawing a toy vessel upon wheels. 

“ Father,” said Diego, “ Papa Nunez told us such beautiful tales 
of the Arabian nights, Aladdin and the wonderful lamp, and the genii 
and the robbers, that we were not lonesome. What a beautiful mother 
thou hast brought me, father ! Has she not thy name ?” 

Juan Perez entered, and the children were diverted by Nunez. 

“ Dear souls,” the prior set forth, “ if God is Love and loved the 
world by the life of his Son, shall love surprise me with its annuncia- 
tion in your hearts? Beauty I see, and man I see, and they were 
twain till love o’ershadowed them, — Love that is the highest. Have 
you been true to that bright shadow ? Has life been purer since it 
dazzled your senses and made you one ?” 

u I appeal to heaven,” Columbus answered. 

“ I shall love him till I die,” sighed Beatrix. 

“ I feel the truth that is here while love speaks it,” spoke John 
Perez. “ I hear that you were of the abundant poor who could not 
pay for marriage rites. God asked for none when he bade the earth to 
be replenished by his children. Highest among women was our starry 
Mary, second to her the poor Magdalen. In these God teaches that 
the purest must have charity. Now ye are children to the innocent 
sequel of your love ; the child is the Law, the unoffending one, and till 
ye wed your child accuses you. Join hands, and I will marry you !” 

Columbus raised his hand : his words, still half articulate, showed 
how narrowly he had escaped a lesion of the brain. 

“ Let this be done,” he pleaded to her, “ for the discharge of my 
conscience, for it weighs heavy on my soul.” 

Tears came to Beatrix’s eyes. 

“ I cannot marry him,” she sighed. 

“ Will not, rather,” suggested the good father. “ Marriage becomes 
thy descent and cleanliness, as well as Cristoval’s intent to be a Jason 
to our Spain.” 


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“ I vowed, good prior, never to marry him until his greater mission 
was successful.” 

“ Intemperate, hasty vows are venial sins, like vulgar curses. God 
releases such a vow as thine. Stand up, Beatrix, and be exalted ! Let 
thy ring of marriage answer prying eyes in Palos that thou art a 
wife.” 

“ Father Prior, this is my penance, too. I loved this man with 
rashness. Confronted with a great temptation, desperately poor, I 



“ let this be done,” he pleaded to her. 

rushed on Love. He was the tempted one. The tempest of my pas- 
sion, passing, left me sober and more just. Said I, ‘ Cristoval has 
great employments, high patrons, and poverty. To be chained to a 
wife like me would be to fritter away his career. I am too happy. 
No. I will withhold the boon of love and starve his warmth away. 
He shall not dally on my breast and lose his world that calls so beau- 
teous from the sea. That world will give him such distinction when 
he gains it that I, ignorant and giddy, may be a blemish on his rank/ 
So I suspended Love’s entreaties that are ardent yet, and I fast in sight 
of rapture.” 

“ Beatrix ! Beatrix !” from Columbus. “ Her namesake Beatrix, 
in our poet’s purgatory, was not more chaste and cold.” 

The prior’s eyes were full of tears. 


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“ O Fame !” said John Perez. “ I preferred a country heart to 
fame. I left the court. To Talavera and to Deza I left ambition. 
But Fame is next to Love. Its lustre extends to them it wrongs, and 
compensates with pride a broken heart. My children, ye are worthy 
of each other. Not more noble was she who took the veil of the 
prison nun lest I might be unholy too, and heaven lose a gorgeous 
churchman.” 

He had remembered his own romance in tears. 

“ I know the man,” Columbus rolled the words in his Italian tones, 
" who has filled with such casuistries the affection of my youthful wife. 
It is Deza, the bloodhound, — unworthy parasite on helpful Science !” 

“ He is my priest,” Beatrix said ; u he is thy friend. What are we 
all but helpers in thy cause, and nothing in ourselves?” 

“ Oh, Beatrix,” Columbus spoke, “ the conquest of half the world 
will not remit from the sin of selfishness. It were better, said our 
Lord, never to have been born than to offend one of these little ones ! 
Long after I am gone, if all my hopes turn to fruit and I am next in 
fame to Jesus, and am higher than the popes and judge of kings, — 
the very scale and standard of my times, — it will be asked who was 
Fernando’s mother. I see the blemish on my name when no reply is 
given. From that injustice I appeal to thee, my friend, my love ! 
Beatrix, become my wife !” 

“ Wait till thou art admiral, Colon !” 

“ What then?” 

“ At least I can love thee !” 

“ I can marvel no more,” John Perez said. “ Such exaltation 
makes the descent to my mule — the mule I borrow from Rodriguez 
Cobedudo in remission of his penance — as great a descent as if I stepped 
out of Palos church steeple. But I shall see carpentry on the road, I 
wager me ! I will take my square and plummet, too. Before I was a 
priest I was a builder, like St. Joseph.” 

“ Kiss me,” sighed Columbus, as the clock struck midnight. 

She raised her child from her lap, where it had dropped asleep, 
and gave it to his kiss. 

The sound of the great gate of the convent shutting, and of a mule’s 
hoofs upon the road, told that the prior had departed for Santa F6. 

“ Ave Regina Isabella !” Beatrix prayed from her knees! 


CHAPTER IX. 

GRANADA. 

“ Bo,” said Queen Isabella, “ I am nervous to-day. I feel as if I 
could fly.” 

“ The strain is great, dear queen, as Granada’s pomegranate falls 
into thy lap.” • 

“ There let me be buried, Bobadilla. I have become a man to 
possess this kingdom. Oh, how it hurts to be a man !” 

“ Dear liege, decision frets a woman most. I leave that to Cabrera. 
What calls for thy decision now ?” 


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“Do you remember the world-finder, the Genoese man, Colon, to 
whose rueful crew we gave audience in Cordova ?” 

“ I do.” 

“ He is here. My conscience was pricked by a letter from my old- 
fashioned confessor, Fray Juan Perez. He accused me of worldliness. 
Am I worldly, marchioness?” 

“ Yes. Sentiment becomes not this camp of Santa F6. The Queen 
of heaven began in this world too.” 

“ I sent for the poor Prior of Rabida, hoping rather that he would 
not come. King Ferdinand then upbraided me that I had kept a poor 
foreigner hanging on manana so long. In a pique I sent for Colon, 
and he is here.” 

“Very well. He wants money. Then he will begone, — perhaps 
to destruction.” 

“ Money is scarcest with the rich, thou too frank dame. I have a 
letter from Medina-Celi, proposing again to give Colon his ships if I 
will divide the profits of the navigation.” 

“ Luis de la Cerda does not ask much.” 

“But Ferdinand tells me to divide nothing with my nobles, — to 
starve them out of their franchise first, and poverty will make them 
meek.” 

“ ‘ The meek shall inherit the earth/ Queen Isabella.” 

“ That is unkind, my favorite. Must I not think of my children ?” 

“ Highness, your people are your children, too. Your promises to 
your earnest subjects are their meat and drink. I dare to say that this 
poor man has been much abused. Five years ago he might have been 
sent away. You made him love you, and he remained. If that is he 
now at your door, face him and be just.” 

“ Give me my salts. Why was I a queen ? My offspring and my 
husband are enough.” 

Columbus entered the queen’s stucco pavilion at the vision city 
of Santa F6. He was preceded by the ecclesiastics Deza, Talavera, 
Alexander Geraldini, and Juan Perez. 

Behind him came a dark-skinned person of the Moorish sort, long- 
bearded and steady-gazing, and the Jewish-nosed Nunez, worn by the 
journey from the Rio Tinto. Alonso Quintanilla, Isabella’s treasurer, 
made them known. 

“ Who is this dark man ?” Isabella asked, suspicious of Moorish 
assassins. 

“ It is my physician,” spoke Bishop Deza. “ The life of Colon I 
esteemed so useful to Spain and the Church that I lent him my own 
medical familiar from the Holy Office.” 

“Colon has been prostrated at my priory, loved Highness,” ex- 
plained John Perez. “ While he rode hither on the mule provided by 
the queen, his aged doctor and this other friend walked all the way on 
foot to hold for Spain his precious life. He speaks now, but speaks 
not well.” 

“ And can you,” asked the queen, turning to the doctor, “ make the 
dumb converse? How shall I lose this nervous weight of care?” 

“ Give,” answered the Moor, fixing his eye on Columbus. 


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“Sefior Colon,” spoke the queen, “we stand reproved for our 
evasion. Admit, also, that you have been somewhat pertinacious. 
Quintanilla, in my sight, give him money, and provide for him till we 
enter Granada.” 

“ My friend Quintanilla never broke word with me,” Columbus 
said, looking at the queen. 

The power he had to exchange self-respect with higher people 
daunted Isabella. 

“ Prior Talavera, I commission you to settle upon honest terms 
Senor Colon’s place and compensation in the expedition he shall have 
at Granada’s end.” 

“ Pardon, great Highness,” Geraldini interposed, “ does Talavera 
believe in geography?” 

“ No,” replied Bishop Deza. “ My brother has spent five years 
trying to understand that you can go round a sphere both ways.” 

“ It is false,” said Talavera ; “ had it been Deza, Colon would have 
been burnt for heresy.” 

“ The grain of your stupidity is so dense, brother Talavera, that 
fire would be no economy to consume you.” 

“ Shame, priests !” Quintanilla interposed. “ The queen, o’er- 
worked, faints whilst ye quarrel.” 

The power to attract Columbus had failed in Isabella ; his eye was 
too respectful to be less than the Argus, Conscience, to the queen’s 
sensibility. 

“ Bobadilla, help !” sighed the queen, and fell upon her faithful 
school-mate’s breast. 

All retired but the women, and Andreas Cabrera came in. He and 
his wife looked on the queen. 

“ I envy her not,” the old man said. “ In stony, sterile Castile 
she was a gentle wench. Ambition struck her first, and next pros- 
perity, and she offset her conscience with her priests till all is glitter- 
ing chaos.” 

“ Husband, peace !” ' 

Isabella awoke from her swoon to feel a blinding headache. She 
moaned as shooting pains went through her brain, aud called for her 
amulet with the knuckle of St. Ferdinand set in it. 

“ O Granada, thou hast slain me !” sighed the queen. 

Age had settled also on Bobadilla, and the pains of the camp. She 
turned aside into the gorgeous marquee which masked the royal house 
in Santa F6, and fell exhausted on her divan. 

The queen called Bobadilla’s name in vain, and turned and saw her 

not. 

“ Granada for a doctor !” moaned the victor queen. 

A shadow, not a step, a presence rather than either, came by the 
queen. An unguent passed her nose and soothed her brow, went round 
her golden crown of hair and stroked her spine and lower brain, as if 
some softened wax had anointed her, fragrant with the blossoms which 
had fed their hearts’ blood to the bees. All pain subsided, leaving a 
little smart. 

“ Bless thee, friend !” Isabella sighed. 


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“ I am rich with the blessings of the wretched : hail to our God !” 
answered a placid voice. 

The queen looked up and gave a little scream. With naked feet 
and legs of Moorish brown, the physician stood at her side, his hand 
within his bosom holding something there. 

“ Mercy, Moor !” uttered the queen, already apprehending the 
vengeful dagger at her throat. 

“ Thy blessing has been deadly to my race, — why not to me? A 
louder scream will kill me,” said the Moor. 

She looked up : the dagger she had imagined was a sort of encased 
paste or pencil, like his thumb, held in the physician’s hand. 

“ Before your guards can slay me, feel my worst of weapons,” said 
the bearded Moor, and passed his aromatic pencil around her head again. 

“ I do not fear you,” said the queen, sitting up and calling her 
Castilian courage back.' 

“ Nor I thee, my sovereign.” 

“Was it sorcery that healed me?” 

“ Yes, or what is the same to Spaniards, — knowledge.” 

“Thou art Ibn Roshd?” 

“ I am he.” 

“ My price is on thy head.” 

“ Take the price thyself, and take my head.” 

“ Wherefore ?” 

“ To equip the Genoese. Without him thy glory will be but Hero- 
dias’s shame when she won the Baptist’s head.” 

“ I am thy queen.” 

“ I am thy physician.” 

“ What healing is in thy hands, Ibn Roshd !” 

“ They never took life, my liege.” 

“ Thy countenance has healing, too.” 

“ It has seen much pain : it can even feel for thee.” 

“Am I so heartless ?” 

“ Glorious means the same.” 

« Infidel !” 

“ Yes, if thou art believer.” 

“ Is it not true that thou art old Averroes ?” 

“ Most true, inquirer.” 

“ Two hundred and fifty years thou hast walked unburied.” 

“ So hast thou.” 

“ O man ungallant ! I am but forty.” 

“ That makes thee too old, for how little thou knowest, daughter !” 

“Why?” 

“ To empty thy kingdom of its riches, its willing and brawny arms, 
because thou canst not alter the source of thy people’s dreams.” 

“ Their heresies ?” 

“ Heresies taught by women to their infants ere the mind has eyes. 
I was taught Islam, as thou wast taught Mary, before I could know. 
It is my dream : I cannot drive it out. When thou shalt kill me, 
directly, I will turn my dying eyes toward Mecca : my mother taught 
me so.” 


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“ When will men believe the truth ?” 

“ When mothers teach them not dreams.” 
v “ Thou defamest woman !” 

“ Thou seest man : the Moor, the Jew, the Spaniard, all had mothers 
who taught them dreams.” 

“ My head aches more. I can trust thee. Pencil my brows again, 
and talk to me. Sir, I would know something and do the best.” 

The Moor gently composed her, did her bidding, and sat upon the 
carpet at her side, speaking in her ear like the equal wind in the olive 
grove making but audible music : 

“ I am Averroes because I am of his blood ; he was the father of 
my fathers. So vindictive is man at the publication of knowledge, so 
unjust the censors of every age, that old Averroes, after his degrada- 
tion at the mosques, decreed that only one son of his in each succeeding 
generation should be educated in his knowledge/ and the taper light be 
handed down the dark of time. O queen, I am the hunted leper of 
that deadly wisdom ! I steal by night from sufferer to sufferer, and 
keep my lamp in oil by blessings like to thine. The pencil I used 
upon thy aching head how willingly would I present to the tired heads 
and minds of all my fellow-men, but it is sorcery !” 

“ I pardon thee, Ibn Roshd, — though thou art old Averroes.” 

“ Pardon is always medicine, my liege : I need it. Science is ever 
loyal to the state and knows the folly of rebellion. The movement of 
progress is persuasive, like the twisted screw, which sidewise turned 
penetrates steadily ; but iron dogma rides with its lance rough-shod 
and shocks instead of softening.” 

“ Thou art pleading for Granada.” 

“ No, for Spain. Mahomet’s curse is on Granada, the curse of his 
crude, positive intellect and sensuous heart. In happy climes like 
Syria and Spain the Arab’s taste has modified his bigotry and made 
his domestic slavery to his women something like architectural home. 
Back into Africa and the desert sands the Moor will go and be a jackal 
again. But, Isabella, thou canst find a world and make all races and 
all ages debtors to thy name. This world that is a cage thou canst 
uncage.” 

“ How, physician ?” 

“ Equip this sailor. Set his constellation in thy reign. Make 
wisdom honor thee.” 

“ I will. What is thy fee for healing me?” 

“ Relief, my queen, from carrying this dim taper of my fathers 
farther on. Let wisdom rise in the west and light mankind. Let 
the afflicted sons of Averroes be free and receive for Fame the grave.” 

Columbus, still weak, almost negative, waited in the hands of his 
friends and saw Granada fall. 

Talavera had become convinced that the theories he combated when 
Columbus came to Spain and sought that prior’s patronage were right, 
— that the earth had endless yet measured longitude, and that paths 
went round it. 

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COLUMBUS IN LOVE. 449 

he thought, was the scientific and conservative demonstration of Co- 
lumbus’s genius. 

“ Don’t let this man get ahead too fast. You will spoil him,” 
ejaculated Talavera everywhere. “ I am sitting on him. Get him 
humble enough, and he’ll do very well, — after a time.” 

“ Yes,” said Geraldini, “when he’s dead. Why did you hold him 
back till you could comprehend in six years what presently every 
school-child will know at six years of age ?” 

“ Now,” observed Talavera, “ I don’t intend to be annoyed by that 
remark. It is made to me every day. It’s enough to know that I’m 
conscientious. I intend to be personally informed, like St. Thomas.” 



“ EQUIP THIS SAILOR. SET HIS CONSTELLATION IN THY REIGN.” 


“ Exactly !” snapped Bishop Deza. “ When this man has been 
some time crucified and you have put your paws in all his wounds, you 
will discover that he is dead.” 

Deza was become a fierce, fertile-headed man, and his influence on 
Columbus was not inconsiderable. 

“ Monk,” said Columbus to the dullard Talavera, “ I know if you 
disappoint the queen she will degrade you. You will no more be her 
confessor. Remember my terms : life and hereditary admiralship 
over all my seas, equal in all regards to Fadrique Enriquez, grand- 
father of King Ferdinand and Admiral of Spain ; viceroy, with my 
own governors, of all new lands, and co-judge of all disputed traffic 
between my lands and Spain ; one-tenth of all that is found to come 
to me.” 

“ Why, the clothes you wear are not paid for.” 

“ Nor the ideas you are trading upon.” 

“ I hear that you want to marry some kinswoman of Admiral 
Fadrique Enriquez. Perhaps you will expect to marry your son in 
King Ferdinand’s family.” 

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“No doubt.” 

“ This man,” said Talavera to the queen, “ must be kept back.” 

“ This man,” said Geraldini, “ is full of compelling love. Your 
Highness, why not take his sons when he is despatched abroad and 
make them your children’s pages?” 

“ Has he more than one son, tutor ?” 

“ He has a son born here in Spain, of the beautiful Beatrix you 
saw in Cordova.” 

“ I am rejoiced at that. King Ferdinand admired her.” 

The negotiations with Columbus went on all spring. He pined to 
return to Palos and Beatrix. 

Nunez also pined for some one. 

Was it the little Noama? 

Ever since the fall of Granada, Nunez and Ibn Boshd, the latter a 
mysterious, fitful-moving man, had been inquiring and searching in 
Granada for something lost. 

The Moorish doctor hunted the old city through, but its small 
houses, almost exactly like each other, with few windows, small walled 
yards, steep situation, and little streets as circuitous and similar as the 
tendrils of a willow-tree, were at night, when Ibn Boshd stole from 
shadow to shadow, as silent as the caves of the dead in their cemeteries. 

“ They have not been heard of,” said the Moor to Nunez. “ I have 
no art to discover the living, having been so long dead myself. If I 
dared make myself known and they were here sick, they would send 
for me.” 

Nunez had some employment in the queen’s apartments, in the 
Alhambra, where she sometimes slept and ate. He was a steward of 
her table, and when disengaged he haunted the towers looking down 
into the city with his heart’s hopes often dimming his eyes. 

A Moorish suburb was within the Alhambra’s walls, lying under 
the eastern battlements, and so densely peopled that its twenty thou- 
sand souls occupied the space of three or four acres, yet in small low 
houses. The tenure of these inhabitants was threatened by the soldiery, 
and the monks were already “ purifying” the gorgeous gossamer halls 
of the Moor’s Alhambra and mosque, whitewashing his art away and 
substituting quicklime for the gold and indigo of the artists. To 
appear entirely tractable to this sort of fanaticism, Joab carried a jar 
of whitewash and a brush to his tower, and there, like the other lazy 
“artists” of the white-brush, lay down feigning sleep whenever in- 
truders approached. 

From the Tower of the Captive he one day saw a house never 
opened before throw a small window open ; nothing appeared there but 
an arm and hand. 

Joab looked at this arm, though far away, with almost breathless 
awe. When the window soon closed he projected a line or ray to it 
by the aid of a point in the battlements and an object between. He 
hardly knew why he did this, but in the tender alertness of his feel- 
ings that delicate revealed arm expressed confinement, and Noama had 
not been seen. 

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climbing flower limp on the window-sill, and again slowly went back. 
In a moment some smoke arose from the chimney-hole. So subtle 
were Joab’s nostrils that they scented something in that smoke several 
hundred feet away. 

“ Ibn Roshd,” he said that night, as he met the Moor in the 
suburb of the Darro, “ I think some one is dying in a house of Alta 
Alhambra. To-night I shall go over the house-tops, by a line I have 
taken, and drop down in the street before that house. Will you be 
there ?” 

“ Unless man prevents, my son.” 

The night was favorable, and as noiselessly as he could creep over 
the heavy tiles Joab came to the wall of a little yard and opposite the 
window he had seen from the tower. 

He had just arrived breathless on the wall, when he heard a sigh 
and the Moorish words, — 

“ Alas for us ! Who hath awaked us from our bed ? It shall be 
but one sound of the trumpet, and all the inhabitants of Paradise shall 
be full of joy. Daughter, if thy beloved come not, pass from Almeria 
to Tangier, even on to Fez, where is thy father in his cousin’s host. 
Read me again of the book that lay at God’s feet so long till our ances- 
tors took it down.” 

A voice which nearly made Joab faint and fall from the wall 
read on : 

u ‘ Unto whomsoever we grant a long life, him do we cause to bow 
down his body through age. Who shall restore bones to life when 
they are rotten ? He who produced them the first time. Praise be 
unto him in whose hand is the kingdom of all things, and unto whom 
ye shall return at the last day !’ ” 

“ Blessed book ! Oh, could I see my father !” 

A blow fell softly upon the door. 

“ Who is there?” asked the voice which thrilled Joab Nunez. 

“ Prayer .” 

“ It is too late for prayer.” 

“ But not for love,” answered the knocker. 

“ Blessed be Allah !” spoke the woman’s sigh. “ I hear my father’s 
tone.” 

It was the voice of Ibn Roshd. As the Moor entered the dwelling 
by the front way, Nunez slipped down inside the wall and stood by 
the door in the yard. 

“ My father,” moaned the dying woman, “ thou art in time to give 
me thy peace. There is no art to heal me now in all Averroes’s physic. 
But in thy kiss I feel the breath which kissed me into being, gave me 
beauty like the flower, and let me be a mother, too. Noama, this is 
thy grandsire.” 

“ Hail to our God !” exclaimed Ibn Roshd. “ I see the ardent eye 
of Reduan Ben Egas and his supple length of limb in thy Noama.” 

“ Father,” said the dying woman, “ she was beloved in Cordova, 
but her love of mother was too strong for self. To nourish me she 
lost her Christian lord and friend. What canst thou do, so old and 
wandering, for my child ?” 


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“ No more than if he had been Boabdil, who rode away through 
the same gate so lately.” 

“ This comes of thy plan of ‘ keeping this man down/ ” Don An- 
dreas Cabrera said. “ He is off for France, I hope.” 

“ And so do I,” cried Bobadilla. “ Would we had kept this ques- 
tion where it started, with women, or with their husbands !” 

“ What shall I do ?” cried Isabella. “ Talavera will not obey me.” 

“ Ask the king, my father. He can be just as any man,” Prince 
Juan answered. 

“ Ferdinand, why don’t you speak ?” Isabella sighed. 

“ It is not my place in Castile,” replied Ferdinand. — “ Here, 
Noama,” he added, passing on, “go find thy husband, Nufiez. He 
will catch Colon, if any good fellow can. Take hirib. my ring, and by 
it let him seize any mule in the Alhambra, be it the Cardinal Men- 
doza’s or the queen’s, and wait for the queen’s letter.” 

Noama was gone like a moonbeam. 

“ Write it, Ferdinand! Why will you plague me so?” breathed 
Isabella, coming forward and kissing him. 

“ My name or yours?” asked Ferdinand. 

“Both, husband.” 

“Then mine will do.” 

Nunez appeared in the patio, dressed as he was, yet neat. Ferdi- 
nand handed him a letter and received his ring. 

“ Good publican, you have been burned in the Inquisition, I hear, 
on false charges. Your little property has been taken from you. Still 
you are a Spaniard, I hope ?” 

“ The Queen, the King, and Castile !” answered Nufiez. “ God 
preserve them !” 

“ I recollect that you nourished Seflor Cristoval Colon. More than 
that, you preserved the honor of his wife. You will not forfeit your 
character now, because you cannot : it is inherent, friend.” 

Ferdinand was the centre of all approbation as he thus threw away 
the consort in the monarch. 

“ Mark me,” continued Ferdinand. “ You are to ride after Colon 
and keep him in sight. He is no doubt going to Cordova and to his 
lady. At the bridge of Pinos overtake him, — not till then. If he 
turns back before he reaches the bridge of Pinos, you are to ride before 
him and deliver this letter back to me. If he touches the bridge of 
Pinos with his mule’s hoofs, arrest him there. He will then bring this 
letter back himself. Thou art my trusted subject, and thy wife is 
ours.” 

Nunez never spoke, but never as at that moment did he look the 
Jew bent on overtaking a bargain. His nose seemed to blow a courier’s 
note, a post-horn, as he rattled down under the gate of judgment and 
its uplifted hand and trotted through the cow-paths of Granada. 

“ I am so glad this business is off my mind,” sighed Isabella. 

“And on mine, dear?” added Ferdinand. 

“ Y ou are a man.” 

“ So I would be, wife ; thou meanest well, but circumstances decide 
the policy of all such things, and policy is the best morals kings can 


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afford. I have thought more upon this Genoese and his plan than I 
have said. I have marked that his supporters are few but sincere; so 
are ours. He has been hard tried ; that is his education. Now that 
he has exacted a royal rank and commission, it pleases me : we want 
new nobles. If he repents before he comes to the bridge of Pinos and 
is a retreater into our bounty again, he is not fit to find the Indies, but 
is another Boabdil, selling his country for our pay. That country, if 
he proves it there, will make me greater than the Turk, whom I will 
drive out of Europe with a golden oar.” 

“My gallant lover!” cried Isabella, falling upon Ferdinand’s 
neck. 

“ My father, could I live to see you what you must be !” spoke 
Prince Juan, taking Ferdinand’s hand. 

Tenderly Ferdinand kissed his son, for Juan’s hand was clammy 
and cold. 

Columbus never saw Granada as he passed it by and entered upon 
the plain that was the garden of Damascus to the Moors. The army- 
rutted road his mule picked the way over; he looked not back to 
Granada, nor even heard its drums and clarions play in the conveying 
winter air. Six miles he passed over, and trod upon the bridge of 
Pinos. Then he turned and muttered, — 

“ Shall I not give it up, and save that farther shore from their pol- 
lution ? Here is the Genii, floody at my feet. How sweet it were to 
drown, had I not love and offspring !” 

The road to love is the pigeon’s flight, and Colon turned his mule 
toward Palos by Cordova. As he did so he looked down, and saw 
that all he possessed in the world was Isabella’s gift, one suit of clothes 
and a mule. 

“ Aleluya /” came a sound. “0 hala hala /” 

“ There was a time,” Columbus said, “ when this upstart family of 
Aragon felt the might of the sailors of Genoa. Three royal brothers 
came at once, whipped captives, to our city. They have hated Genoa 
ever since.” 

“ Traigo notidas muy buenas /” exclaimed some one coming fast 
upon a mule. 

“ A robber, maybe,” Colon thought. “ Well, he is Spanish ! to hell 
with him !” 

As his hand clutched his knife he looked well at the comer, who 
cried, — 

“ Upon my word, admiral, as a starter you are a success ! This is 
the bridge of Pinos : I have a letter for you from the king.” 

“ More lies, more delay. I will not read it.” 

“Pardon, sir, you are in Spain, and the king’s letter is a com- 
pliment.” 

“ I have come six miles on the way out of Spain.” 

“ And that is no great part of the voyage the king will send you 
upon. My master, beware of the haughty head. To serve is better 
than to rage.” 

“ Do you prate, too ?” 

“ Not often. I love your wife ; she was my o’ergrown child. Her 


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“ No more than if he had been Boabdil, who rode away through 
the same gate so lately.” 

“ This comes of thy plan of ‘ keeping this man down, Don An- 
dreas Cabrera said. “He is off for France, I hope.” 

“ And so do I,” cried Bobadilla. “ Would we had kept this ques- 
tion where it started, with women, or with their husbands !” 

“ What shall I do ?” cried Isabella. “ Talavera will not obey me.” 

“Ask the king, my father. He can be just as any man,” Prince 
Juan answered. 

“ Ferdinand, why don’t you speak ?” Isabella sighed. 

“ It is not my place in Castile,” replied Ferdinand. — “ Here, 
Noama,” he added, passing on, “go find thy husband, Nufiez. He 
will catch Colon, if any good fellow can. Take hiili my ring, and by 
it let him seize any mule in the Alhambra, be it the Cardinal Men- 
doza’s or the queen’s, and wait for the queen’s letter.” 

Noama was gone like a moonbeam. 

“Write it, Ferdinand! Why will you plague me so?” breathed 
Isabella, coming forward and kissing him. 

“ My name or yours?” asked Ferdinand. 

“Both, husband.” 

“Then mine will do.” 

Nunez appeared in the patio, dressed as he was, yet neat. Ferdi- 
nand handed him a letter and received his ring. 

“ Good publican, you have been burned in the Inquisition, I hear, 
on false charges. Your little property has been taken from you. Still 
you are a Spaniard, I hope ?” 

“ The Queen, the King, and Castile !” answered Nuflez. “ God 
preserve them !” 

“ I recollect that you nourished Sefior Cristoval Colon. More than 
that, you preserved the honor of his wife. You will not forfeit your 
character now, because you cannot: it is inherent, friend.” 

Ferdinand was the centre of all approbation as he thus threw away 
the consort in the monarch. 

“ Mark me,” continued Ferdinand. “ You are to ride after Colon 
and keep him in sight. He is no doubt going to Cordova and to his 
lady. At the bridge of Pinos overtake him, — not till then. If he 
turns back before he reaches the bridge of Pinos, you are to ride before 
him and deliver this letter back to me. If he touches the bridge of 
Pinos with his mule’s hoofs, arrest him there. He will then bring this 
letter back himself. Thou art my trusted subject, and thy wife is 
ours.” 

Nunez never spoke, but never as at that moment did he look the 
Jew bent on overtaking a bargain. His nose seemed to blow a courier’s 
note, a post-horn, as he rattled down under the gate of judgment and 
its uplifted hand and trotted through the cow-paths of Granada. 

“ I am so glad this business is off my mind,” sighed Isabella. 

“And on mine, dear?” added Ferdinand. 

“ Y ou are a man.” 

“ So I would be, wife ; thou meanest well, but circumstances decide 
the policy of all such things, and policy is the best morals kings can 


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455 


afford. I have thought more upon this Genoese and his plan than I 
have said. I have marked that his supporters are few but sincere; so 
are ours. He has been hard tried ; that is his education. Now that 
he has exacted a royal rank and commission, it pleases me : we want 
new nobles. If he repents before he comes to the bridge of Pinos and 
is a retreater into our bounty again, he is not fit to find the Indies, but 
is another Boabdil, selling his country for our pay. That country, if 
he proves it there, will make me greater than the Turk, whom I will 
drive out of Europe with a golden oar.” 

" My gallant lover !” cried Isabella, falling upon Ferdinand’s 
neck. 

“ My father, could I live to see you what you must be !” spoke 
Prince Juan, taking Ferdinand’s hand. 

Tenderly Ferdinand kissed his son, for Juan’s hand was clammy 
and cold. 

Columbus never saw Granada as he passed it by and entered upon 
the plain that was the garden of Damascus to the Moors. The army- 
rutted road his mule picked the way over; he looked not back to 
Granada, nor even heard its drums and clarions play in the conveying 
winter air. Six miles he passed over, and trod upon the bridge of 
Pinos. Then he turned and muttered, — 

“ Shall I not give it up, and save that farther shore from their pol- 
lution ? Here is the Genii, floody at my feet. How sweet it were to 
drown, had I not love and offspring !” 

The road to love is the pigeon’s flight, and Colon turned his mule 
toward Palos by Cordova. As he did so he looked down, and saw 
that all he possessed in the world was Isabella’s gift, one suit of clothes 
and a mule. 

66 Aleluya /” came a sound. “ 0 hala Jiala /” 

“ There was a time,” Columbus said, “ when this upstart family of 
Aragon felt the might of the sailors of Genoa. Three royal brothers 
came at once, whipped captives, to our city. They have hated Genoa 
ever since.” 

“ Traigo noticias muy buenas /” exclaimed some one coming fast 
upon a mule. 

“ A robber, maybe,” Colon thought. “ Well, he is Spanish ! to hell 
with him !” 

As his hand clutched his knife he looked well at the comer, who 
cried, — 

“ Upon my word, admiral, as a starter you are a success ! This is 
the bridge of Pinos : I have a letter for you from the king.” 

“ More lies, more delay. I will not read it.” 

“ Pardon, sir, you are in Spain, and the king’s letter is a com- 
pliment.” 

“ I have come six miles on the way out of Spain.” 

“ And that is no great part of the voyage the king will send you 
upon. My master, beware of the haughty head. To serve is better 
than to rage.” 

“ Do you prate, too ?” 

“ Not often. I love your wife ; she was my o’ergrown child. Her 


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son is also yours. Both love and pride speak by me. Be courteous, 
and lose not.” 

Columbus opened the letter. It said, — 

“ To OUR WELL-BELOVED CRISTOVAL COLON : 

“ Beholding the spirit with which you resent slights not intended 
by us, and willing to concede your demands to full and adequate 
honors and partitions of the lands and salvages we doubt not you shall 



“ A ROBBER, MAYBE,” COLON THOUGHT. 


make ; desirous, also, to keep our word and fame with men of letters, 
and to have our subjects’ love, that love may be the law of Spain, we 
command the courtesy of Admiral Colon’s return to our palace of the 
Alhambra upon the breaking of this seal, to sign and settle for his 
departure to New Spain, or Western Ind. Ferdinand.” 

“ I swear, ^ my friend,” muttered Columbus, “ but for Beatrix, the 
flower of Spain, I would not go.” 

“ Come, master,” said Nunez, taking the sailor’s mule by the bridle. 
t The pair dismounted at the Alcazaba. With ceremony not un- 
mixed with chagrin, Talavera conducted Colon to the Alhambra baths, 



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where he was steamed in hot chambers, kneaded and . anointed by 
Christian Moors, and showered with cold water, which restored his 
strength. At evening he was perfumed and arrayed in silken hose, 
soft shoes like moccasins, a belted frock and Flemish collar low upon 
his neck, and a gown or robe of fur-lined lapels with sleeves inserted 
of the bright colors of the day. Shaved, shampooed, stimulated with 
wine, he now was taken to the Hall of the Ambassadors. 

As he entered that exquisite living lantern the king stepped forth, 
the queen sat, Prince Juan received Columbus with open hand. He 
knelt to the queen and kissed her hand, but it was not the kiss of old 
times. 

Now as he kissed the queen’s flesh, the living thought was Beatrix, 
star of the sailor’s heart. 

“ Don Cristoval,” spoke Isabella, — “ we have raised thee by that 
name to our regard, — King Ferdinand, for Castile, will further arrange 
with thee to be our admiral, partner, and viceroy in the learned con- 
cerns so long postponed, but not forgotten. — Friends, let us to the 
mass.” 

Upon the arm of Fadrique Enriquez, Admiral of Castile, Colon 
walked to the mezquita, or Christianized mosque. Down came the 
music from the gallery. The host was raised. Columbus prayed for 
Beatrix and his babe. 

To the frugal refectory beyond the Alhambra’s fish-pond the white- 
haired man was now conducted. Gonsalvo de Cordova sat by him. 
The king said, — 

“Sir, my cousin, your lady, must be kind to you. Tell her King 
Ferdinand has kept his word.” 

Columbus told the tale of the Indies again, none disputing his 
propositions now. Old Mendoza spoke when he had finished : 

“ The Church will be proud of this her son, some day, and I am 
proud of him already.” 

The last issue to be settled was the hard cash. 

Ferdinand had much to do, present and prospective, and the f6tes 
of Granada were almost uninterrupted. Every knight wanted to joust ; 
the Alhambra court-yard was already daily crowded with these bullies, 
whom the Moors had first taught to ride and arm, poking each other 
with their tent-pole pikes. 

One day Deza came before the council with ceremony, took con- 
fidence from the bland, sidewise face of Ferdinand, and volunteered, — 

“ Great queen, Don Cristoval Colon says he can no longer stay in 
Spain. It is the last of April. To return to your shores from the 
Western Ind before November’s storms will require all his time, and 
not one vessel, not one man, not one pound of subsistence, not one 
maravedi, has been provided him.” 

“ King Ferdinand, why is this ?” asked the queen. 

“ Because thou hast not raised the money, wife.” 

“Thou? Are we not partners ?” 

“ No ; we are merely married. Aragon has not been considered in 
thy venture. Its Catalans are fierce and maritime, and like not thy 
patronage of these Genoese.” 


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« If I gave permission to my admiral, was it not enough?” 

“ No ; permission to discover is what the King of England is giving 
to his Italian sailors, — and they do not sail. It will cost, madame, 
half a million maravedis to set forth our new admiral. Have you got 
the money?” 

“ Treasurer Quintanilla 9 ” inquired the queen of that personage, 
turning pale. 

“ I have it not.” 

The queen rose, indignant that ways and means stood across her 
path. 

“ Gentlemen,” she declared, “ I will pawn the jewels of my crown 
to keep my word !” 

“ Queen of Castile,” exclaimed the king, “ thy jewels are already 
mortgaged to my subjects in Barcelona and Valencia.” 

“ Not to their full value. I will compel those Jews and Lombards 
to allow me more.” 

“ In Aragon,” replied the king, “ is an office greater than mine. 
The Justice of Aragon wears his hat while he gives me my crown. He 
is my prime councillor ; I dare not remove him. Lawyers and op- 
pressors fear him equally. He protects the foreigner with the native.” 

“ I would not have such a man in Castile !” exclaimed Isabella. 

“ Thou hast not such a one,” Ferdinand replied. 

“ Why have these Jews and advantage-takers money to lend to me f 
I will drive them from my kingdom.” 

“ Then we will be indeed poor.” 

“Ferdinand, husband, why do you humiliate me? Never have 
you failed to find means for your spouse.” 

“Nor ever will, Queen Isabella. I shall have to borrow for thee. 
That it is to be a Jew and a Lombard. Santangel, relieve the queen, 
if thou knowest how.” 

The queen looked on, distressed and helpless with her rich Castile : 
Aragon was poor as Ferdinand had been till he married her. 

“There are, my lieges,” spoke the prudent treasurer, “but two 
sources of instant revenue, — the Church and the Commons. The 
Church is glutted with its own revenues. My king, if you sustain me, 
I will hold back from the Church, in your state of Aragon, one-fourth 
of the admiral’s cost.” 

“ I will. As the Church’s debtor, I shall have no less authority.” 

“ One-fourth Quintanilla engages to retain, upon the queen’s com- 
mand, over her clergy in Castile.” 

The queen grew pale again. 

“ I shall be cursed by my bishops and reported to Rome,” she said. 

“ I will be at Rome myself ere Rome be here,” spoke Ferdinand. 
“ Have all our orders of knights submitted to our monarchy and vested 
in our person their rich masterships, that the fat monasteries and their 
swollen orders of monks shall deny us a loan ?” 

“ I yield it,” sighed Isabella. 

“ And now,” said Santangel, “ the brethren of the admiral, a few 
who gave him their hearts, and with their hearts their hands, when he 
came among us an interesting and modest guest, have contributed an 


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eighth. It is all we have : we give it to the winds and waves in the 
spirit of the text : ‘ Cast your bread upon the waters, and it shall be 
returned to you after many days.’ ” 

“Said you, King Ferdinand,” asked the queen, with her quick 
sympathies, “ that I had in Castile no such man as your Justicia f 
These gentlemen are my answer, and all Castilians.” 

“ Five-eighths are raised,” King Ferdinand quietly summed up. 
“ Now, three-eighths — three hundred and seventy thousand maravedis 
— remain. Who will take another eighth ?” 

“ The admiral himself,” replied Bishop Deza. “ He has made in 
Palos-Moguer some maritime friends who advance for him, Spanish 
sailors who would outsail the Portuguese.” 

“ Three-quarters are raised,” observed the king. “ Now we want 
two hundred and fifty thousand maravedis, and we want it instantly.” 

No voice replied. 

Queen Isabella trotted her foot. She ran over in her mind the 
Moors, picked to pieces ; the Jews, already racked by the Inquisition 
till pain hardly dismayed them and their money was buried in expecta- 
tion of their general exile. 

“ There is no response,” the king resumed. “ Now, if the queen 
will take into full partnership my merchant subjects of Aragon, and 
give their frugal wealth an equal chance with Castile to divide this 
Italian dream, I pledge Barcelona and give the last fourth.” 

Isabella’s mouth and eyes were fixed hard. She felt the overreach- 
ing craft of Ferdinand in thus dividing at the last hour her sovereignty 
over the moon. A lady outbid by a man at an auction was not more 
outraged. But she was compelled to be silent. 

John Perez arose. 

“ Sovereigns, gentles,” he said, his fair brown hair playing around 
his high, indented temples, and his blue eyes twinkling with a mischief 
which puzzled all but the recondite Ferdinand, “ the good treasurer 
has described two sources of revenue, clerical and common. The poor, 
alas ! ye have always with you. When all else fails, the safety of 
nations lies in the people. For them I speak.” 

He affected to become sober, but his smile would not entirely go 
down, and played bo-peep behind his look of contrition. 

“ There is a little port called Palos. Some say it is called so from 
the masts of its vessels as seen from the town of Moguer. Palos- 
Moguer is the united name of marsh and mart. Highnesses, we are 
proud of Palos-Moguer. Our sailor-boys put forth from it and trade 
with Ireland. Some of them wive in Ireland, and beauteous are their 
sweethearts. Others go as far as the Hanse towns and return with 
strange notions not wholly orthodox. They are also accused, alas ! of 
smuggling into Portugal and doing a contraband trade with the infidel 
in Morocco. Sovereigns, they are water-dogs, and will leap into the 
sea if you but throw them a stick.” 

“ Ha, prior, thou art coming to thy stick !” exclaimed King Ferdi- 
nand. 

“ Let him finish, husband,” entreated the queen. 

“ The stick has been laid over the back of Palos-Moguer by the 


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king and council. We are not as conservative as Seville and Barcelona. 
Many regulations have we broken in our hope to recommend our town 
to fame and traffic. We acknowledge our fine. We compute it to 
be one-fourth of the expense of our visitor, the admiral. And we 
will pay it in vessels, already in our port. Barcelona must not suffer. 
Great queen, the fourth required thy Castile still gives : be tender with 
Palos-Moguer !” 

“Take up with him, mistress,” cried Ferdinand. “Barcelona has 
lost. She has a saucy rival in Palos-Moguer.” 

The council separated, and the queen and king were left alone. 

“ Let us send for Colon and put this thing behind us forever,” said 
Isabella. 

“ Isa, nothing that is great with imagination can be put behind us. 
Our children and their settlement on thrones, the interests of religion 
that we would have Spain monopolize, our power in Italy, the expul- 
sion of those aliens, the Turk, Africa, the upstart Communes , all are 
but heavy burdens on our heads that do not calm our hearts; and if 
we discover India it will be before us and our children, like an ever- 
ignited mine in a siege, beautiful and dread.” 

“ Oh, sir, I thought if we could find a greater Spain in the western 
mists we would be happy.” 

“ Happy in occupation ; sad and grieved with responsibilities. Our 
power is already too great for love and sentiment.” 

“ Oh, Ferdinand, I love you !” 

“Do you? If you possessed me absolutely, then you would be 
absolute, and I dependent. Steady and cool are the kings of Aragon. 
Had I been absolute and you only my love, would you be less de- 
pendent ?” 

“ No. My heart is yours ; my head is a poor queen’s, puzzled and 
flattered. Once you petted me.” 

“ That was before all petted you. My wife, I have not been more 
truant than you to the idea our youthful love expressed. I may have 
wandered in my amours, you in your intellect. A separate estate you 
made for Isabella, reservations of right and of dominion. A separate 
breast I chose, sometimes a secret kiss, the manna of the errant heart 
that, sweet when picked at morn, is bitter at noon and night. Oh, 
take this restitution : I have loved you. None other can make me 
happy.” 

“ I know I can, Fernando.” 

“ No. Confidence once destroyed is not brought back by sighs. 
We can be proper. Be now all queen, and dismiss this man who is 
upon our hands, so that he may be happy.” 

“Father?” 

Yes, and thou art mother. There we have dear pledges of mutual 
support. Rude, military, unschooled, still I will give my family, which 
is my honor, all my little knowledge. Kiss me ! there is still Isabella 
on thy lip. Now, Don Admiral Cristoval !” 

“ Have you been quarrelling?” asked the Marchioness of Moya, as 
she came in with her husband, Don Andreas. “ You weep, Isabella, 
yet you look happy.” 


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“ These ruptures are still the signs of love/’ old Andreas said. 

“ The wives are spunky and want to be considered. Beware of that 
time when you quarrel not and self is too disinterested !” 

“ This is my good man/’ Bobadilla said, kissing Andreas. “ I 
know that smile my fondling can make upon his face : I know I please 
him.” 

Columbus entered now, when the spirit of domestic love was cooing 
as with two pairs of doves, nested in this great Alhambra. 

He was well arrayed, sedate beneath his new honors, yet flushed to 
know he should depart. 

He bent the knee. 

“ Sir,” said Isabella to Columbus, “ I learn that you are married. 
Slight not your love ! Praise your sweetheart often ! Beauty is 
woman’s intellect, affection her soul. There is no realm like her hus- 
band’s neck. Will you forgive a spoiled, poor queen for her uncer- 
tainties of word and time ? I am not a man.” 

“ I have been rebellious, my queen ; I acknowledge it.” 

“ So have my children, sir.” 

“ Colon,” said Bobadilla, “ our enterprises hurt our patience. But 
how many enterprises has the queen ! She wants your confidence : it 
will cheer her worldly disappointments to feel that your loyalty to her 
is also love.” 

“ Admiral and friend,” said Ferdinand, “we have been rivals: 
let us be so still. Love my queen, — with all her faults the best of 
queens.” 

“ Go from us,” said old Andreas Cabrera, “ loaded with our trust ' 
and friendship. But come not back till thou touchest a shore. On 
and on ! There is no shore so far and lost as that we are all sailing 
toward in these leaky hulls of life. Go; but you will see me no 
more.” 

“ The temper of ideal men is not good,” Columbus spoke, “ but 
they are not revengeful. I say ‘ good-by’ with child-like love and 
gratitude. If I succeed, ye stand with me in naked fame. God and 
man deal with us according to our times !” 

“ Amen !” spoke all. 


CHAPTER XI. 

GOOD-BY. 

Near the church at Palos, at that end of the hamlet where the 
road went to Moguer, Pinzon’s farm-house stood, with all its aspects 
inward. This house admirably served the purposes of the united family 
of Joab Nuiiez, since they were protected from observation and gossip, 
and had room in the farm-yard for exercise and play and animals and 
kine. The great gate in the arch of the tapia wall closed upon Colon, 
Beatrix, Diego, and Fernando, and also upon Nunez, Noama, and 
Noama’s grandfather, Ibn Roshd. 

The physician’s arrest had been only momentary, as he had ob- 
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which made religion national instead of personal : Deza believed in 
science as the magic of the ancients and the Arabian genii, and, plying 
the terrible whips of the Inquisition, feared death and expected science 
to transmute his existence. 

He had now sent I bn Roshd in Spanish dress to be the interpreter 
of Columbus in new-found lands. 

Nunez had also altered his name, by permission, and was steward 
of the expedition. 

As Columbus came through Cordova from Granada, Admiral of 
all the open ocean, the equal of Admiral Enriquez in rank, and there- 
fore as high as the king’s grandfather, the Arana family suddenly re- 
membered him. He had brought along Beatrix’s chief kinsman, Diego 
de Arana, and the queen for Columbus had made this hidalguejo of a 
squire the high constable of the enterprise. 

Thus Beatrix was recognized as the architect of the family’s reha- 
bilitation. All the Aranas, and high-constable Arana especially, looked 
upon Columbus with awe not unmixed with dread. 

In that day, as medicine was slowly rising through the re-study 
of the ancients, kings kept astrological physicians, like the barber sur- 
geons of Louis XI., and Deza’s Moor doctor was his amulet. 

The old man knew not his own age, and computed time by its heal- 
ing agents: his ancestor Averroes, the pupil of Avenzoar, and old 
Maimonides, the physician of the Sultan Saladin, and Oribasius, doctor 
to Julian, mighty men who healed without miracles and were therefore 
sorcerers. He called Columbus to him now and looked hard, with his 
dark palm shading his brown eyes. 

“ O Finder,” he said, “ have I lived down to thee and shall we sail 
together to the lands of musk ? My eyes are old and may not see the 
aromatic trees upon the farther shore, but man shall make better eyes 
and see the jewels in yonder glowing planet’s crown. On you, favorite 
of ten thousand years, descends the bliss to draw the gates of sunset 
back and look upon the virgin dawn as it flies round the earth ! 
Columbus, dove, I throw the gods away and kneel to thee, thou golden 
heir of reason and of flame !” 

“ I stand for Jesus, too,” Columbus said, “ who taught man love.” 

“ What said he, my son ?” 

“‘Ye are no more strangers and foreigners, but fellow-citizens 
with the saints.’ ” 

“Fellow-citizens? Is that not to be a subject? It is not to be 
slaves. Hear you that yesterday the Jews were expelled from Spain ? 
Next it will be the Moors, they say. Oh, hasten, that I may go and 
die a citizen of some unspiteful land.” 

Beatrix had lived all her life but the past four years, or since little 
Fernando’s birth, with the passion for rank. Instinctively she had 
seen in Columbus the intellect, the gravity, and the gentleness which 
are correlatives of high birth. Sweetness with awe expressed her esti- 
mate of him, practical also, with the courtier’s waiting spirit, but with 
abundant turns and devices, and he had triumphed. 

His son, Diego, she was preparing for the court, to be a page of 
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wondrous docile boy, son of Colon’s waiting years of indigence, but 
of appreciative thoughts and studies. 

Fernando was the son of the idea of the new world, Genoese and 
Spanish ; Diego was the son of rollicking youth and marriage fancy 
free. Diego loved a horse, Fernando a book. Sober Castilian was 
Fernando, graceful, brown -eyed, speaking his native tongue sparingly, 
but with all its resonant effect. 

To Beatrix that marvellous conception of a son seemed the equal 
of its father’s conception of the world. 

No more she looked with pride on Fernando’s going to the court. 

To be separated from her son would be the remanding of her intel- 
lect back to solitude again, mistakes, temptations, and woman’s credu- 
lous and overweening strains. 

Since Columbus came from Granada he had not been Beatrix’s 
suitor. His mind was now full of his enterprise, and difficulties were 
still in the way. 

Superstition, as it had been the first, was the last embarrassment 
of the Discoverer. 

The monks had been divided and conquered. 

The people now, taught Christianized demonology from Carthage, 
Arabia, Africa, and the German woods, were afraid to go to sea with 
Science at the helm. 

When the bell in Palos tower and the public crier called the sailor 
men to church, and in the iron pulpit the notary of the king called the 
citizens to the agreeable excursion of a voyage without cargo or war- 
fare or heavy labor, no faith responded to the call of Christ, “ Where 
is your faith ? Let us go over unto the other side of the lake !” 

The notary addressed the people and read the sovereign’s command. 

Columbus stood forth upon the tiles of the church floor, beneath 
the crier, and told his purpose. 

A loud howl and wail arose from the women. The little children 
screamed, they knew not why. 

Voices arose: “This sorcerer is the devil himself! He would 
decoy us upon the shoreless sea to feed us to his fiery hells and water- 
spouts. He has bewitched the queen and our prior. Kill him ! kill 
him !” 

Soldiery stationed in the church preserved the life of the Dis- 
coverer. 

Beatrix saw this, and trembled for the life of Colon. 

She felt that such sailors would mutiny at sea and wreck the re- 
deemer of the farther world. 

Columbus did not flinch. 

“ The jails have desperate men in them : I prefer sinners to the 
superstitious,” said he. 

The prisons of the district of Niebla were visited, and freedom 
from prosecution and four months’ advance pay were proclaimed to the 
prisoners if they would sail. A few, the daring individual men who 
carried their lives in their hands and obeyed only the bold who resem- 
bled themselves, stepped forth, clanking their chains, and answered, — 

“ With you through purgatory or to hell !” 


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The prisons of that day were terrible reflections upon civilization 
and government, — Moorish holes and ruins, where robbers and mur- 
derers circulated among the delicate and gentle who, prying into the 
nature of their deities and doctrines, stumbled somewhere against the 
breathing wafer or the Trinity. 

Seeing Colon walking the streets with two men as greedy and 
bloody as Barabbas, Beatrix pleaded, — 

“ My love, you will be stabbed before you can hoist a sail.” 



“HE HAS BEWITCHED THE QUEEN AND OUR PRIOR. KILL HIM!” 


“ No,” said Columbus : “ one of these men already admires me and 
is the watch upon the other, whom I cannot trust. They are the 
penitent and the impenitent thief, and one I shall take with me to 
Paradise.” 

The ease and confidence of the admiral greatly recommended him to 
the Pinzons and a few of the best seafaring men. 

“ I never saw a reading man with such courage,” said the bull- 
mastiff Pinzon. “ He can handle that thing^called an astrolabe, draw 
a chart of places he never saw, so that by it you can sail into port, and 
will tame a highway-robber by his eye.” 


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“ Martin,” said Sebastian Rodriguez, “ let us go in our own ship 
and find the Indies for Palos-Moguer. Give him his cut-throats and 
gallants. Come home the first, and break the heart of Seville-Bar- 
celona.” 

“ I shall set sail on a Friday/’ muttered Columbus, baffled by this 
array of mediaeval ignorance. “ Friday is the Moorish Sabbath, and I 
will break two superstitions at once.” 

What time had the admiral for love or love’s leisure and monody, 
whilst thus presenting his touchstone of our mother globe to the mis- 
educated and miracle-fed ? He became, for the time, hard, suspicious, 
preoccupied, and loved not his species. 

Beatrix wondered if she would ever have the kiss of rapture from 
him again, and hungered for his condescension. 

The Pinzon family was large and had many apprentices and debtors, 
and that they meant to go to the end of the world had its influence 
over the loquacious and feeble-minded. 

The city of Palos now came up and produced an old ship with a 
deck, the Gallego, the Pinzons put in the baby Nina for Palos, and 
the Pinta, which the crown had seized, made the stingy and ramshackle 
expedition to find Prester John and the Grand Khan. 

Altering the name of the old Gallego to the Holy Mother, or Santa 
Maria, Columbus made ready to set sail if the last impediment, the 
wind, would ever blow. The first days of August had come upon the 
parching land of Southern Spain. 

But meantime there had grown up in Palos the idea of a Man. 

Man, the living reality, had cast out Fear, because he was gently 
fearless. 

Colon’s careful years as navigator, before he became a logician and 
followed the ideas of learned men to their conclusion in a western shore, 
were his diploma. 

They beheld a man with actual, practical skill, a mechanic as well 
as sailor, an architect as well as draughtsman, a foreigner of manners 
lofty enough to attract the bishops, the generals, and the throne, an 
artisan who saw nothing too small to investigate it, and a gentleman 
of purpose whose belief in the unknown was as sincere as the clergy- 
man’s prescribing for a distant world. 

He broke the spell of old theological selection. The young men 
of Palos were to succeed him as discoverers of continents and seas 
because he had shown them what a Man could do. 

The perfect happiness of Joab Nuiiez and his wife Noama taught 
Beatrix the burden of pride. 

Noama was like a bird left in the morning by her industrious mate 
and singing all day from the recollection and for the repetition of his 
caress. She feared not the curiosity of the Palos women, and walked 
down the earthen, irregular street by the open doors and small arbored 
blind alleys where the women were still talking ocean demonology 
after the men had forgotten it, and on Noama went to the fleet, at the 
bottom of a lane a good eighth of a mile from the town, where leaned 
in the mud at low tide the three vessels. 

The last of these was called the Nifia, or the Baby, as she seemed, 
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a cradle of the deep, and yet the Baby cradle was to rock Columbus 
home, while the Holy Mary was to bleach upon the Western sand- 
bars. 

The slippery black beach had grounded row-boats to carry water to 
the fleet from a deep well dug near by. Women were by the water- 
side exchanging rude pleasantries with the men aboard, or singing 
halves of choruses to and fro : 

“ Good-by, my girl, I’m off to-morrow : 

Will you be true and fair?” 

“ Where shall we write you, Jack, when we would borrow?” 

“ I don’t know where : I don’t know where.” 

“ Good-by, my Jack; shall we expect you 
When Christmas holds its fair? 

And to what land the socks we knit direct you ?” — 

“We don’t know where, we don’t know where.” 

“ Good-by, my girl ; we’re true to Polly, 

Unless that mermaid dare 

Pull your true Jack ashore in mermaid folly, 

We don’t know where, we don’t know where.” 

“ Good-by, my Jack ; we will confess it 
If Satan lays a snare.” 

“ And if we slip up, Polly, you can guess it, — 

We shan’t know where, we shan’t know where.” 

“ Good-by, my Jack ; bring me a present, — 

Thy boy and mine is bare.” 

“ Thou’lt have a fan from plumage of the pheasant 
We don’t know where, we don’t know where.” 

“ Good-by, Colon ! Where goes my sailor? 

Methinks ’tis our affair ! 

He’d better be in Moguer with our jailer 

Than not know where, than not know where.” 

Beatrix was forbidden to go to the strand, for fear of the coarse 
pleasantry of the crews, but looked at the vessels from the grassy mound 
before Palos church of evenings, and when the gorgeous standard of 
the admiral had been embroidered with the cross and Christ, it was 
unfurled upon the flag-ship with prayer from Prior Perez and his 
monks. 

A little supper was given at Rabida by John Perez, to the double 
pair the afternoon before going aboard. Columbus and Nufiez had 
both confessed to the prior, and were to leave their wives behind them 
in his charge. Then the brethren bade them adieu. 

“ Son and friend,” said Perez, as they sat in his cosey, open-beamed 
library, overlooking the little fleet and the ocean, “from my window 
here I shall watch thy disappearing sails. How pleasant are the con- 
cerns of men ! The soured and saddened parts of life come to us as 
clergymen, the diseased brain and nerves, the hysterical hearts ; thou 
broughtest us fresh things, and the convent has been like a lively 
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again, but to stay is often as uncertain as to go. Thou mayest return, 
Cristoval, and find me dead. Say, then, I was thy friend.” 

u This is my shrine, if I come back,” Columbus said. “ I shall 
come back to Rabida. Friendship has been my steady star. As we 
sink from favor we stand the deeper in the wells of friendship. Did 
I depart expecting to be lost, these insignia should be torn from my 
breast. It is my duty to come back, and I shall come.” 

“Oh, bless thee for those words !” breathed Beatrix. 

“ My son, Nufiez,” said the delicate priest, not wishing to bring 
the question to Beatrix again, “ wouldst thou that I marry thee to the 
companion thou shalt leave ?” 

Columbus raised his eyes from the floor, but not to Beatrix’s 
face. 

She looked at him, and was the least embarrassed of the two. 

“ It is love I need, which marriage might not bring,” she mused 
aloud. “ To the law I shall never go. I have taught my hands to 
work and support my child. When he is old he will support me. He 
has no height to fall from, no fears of the future. He is my treasure 
and my trust.” 

“ Blessed are the pure in heart, for they shall see God,” John Perez 
faltered forth. 

Columbus did not speak, but there was something to be said, all 
felt. 

Beatrix hesitated and sobbed forth, — 

“ When will he love me ?” 

“ When ?” Columbus uttered, reproachfully. 

“ I shall never be his wife, I know. I have passed my chance. 
Hearkening to the advice of others on the subject of the heart, I have 
seen my lover’s heart grow cool. He will return a great, wise, courted 
man ; these honors, now merely hung upon him, will be beyond the 
power of kings and queens to tear away. The world will claim him, 
and the grandees of Spain will forbid him to make the descent to me. 
But if he returns to love me I shall have all. Let Spain take all the 
rest.” 

“ There is yet to-night,” Joab Nunez spoke. “ He is poor to-night. 
Take him now.” 

Columbus arose to do full restitution. 

The prior looked on, powerless to suggest what he should do. 

“ No,” Beatrix exclaimed. “ I have fully considered everything. 
The greatness of this man requires me to be great. I shall indulge no 
hope. As I made my vow that I would not marry him till his enter- 
prise was done, I will not marry him now if he returns. He cannot 
love me if he pities me. Cristoval, before this priest and witnesses I 
refuse thy hand forever !” 

“ Thou hast ceased to love me, Beatrix,” faltered Colon. 

“ No, I have married thee to the world. Doing so, the rust of self 
melts in my blood, and love, not sorrow, falls at thy knee.” 

She knelt there, and the tears of relief were shed upon his feet. 

“I feel an old and dear emotion coming back at thy sacrifice,” 
Columbus said. “ It seems to bound through my frame like youth’s 


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tender and unselfish love. Beatrix, I may not go at all. Here should 
I stay, and let ambition wait.” 

She sprang from his feet to his arms. 

The kiss of transport chased the dripping echoes from the moist 
gray stones out of the caverns of Babida. 

“ My daughter,” John Perez spoke, “ be true to thy vow. He is 
the queen’s now, not thine.” 



JOHN PEREZ SAW THREE CRAFT SKIM DOWN BENEATH THE HEIGHTS OE RABIDA. 


The mass was said that evening to all the crew in the church at 
Palos, John Perez and his brethren administering it. Then, guarded 
by soldiers to the strand, the willing and the forced were put in boats 
and sent to their vessels. 

“ I will return, dear child,” said Colon with his last kiss. 
u I shall be here, my friend.” 

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height of Rabida and moor behind an island at the mouth of the 
Odiel. 

By eight o’clock that morning the wind was up and the flag-ship 
took the lead across the bar. 

Down toward the first step of the round world the three vessels 
dropped, and soon were gone from sight. 

“ How empty seems the shore !” said the Prior of Rabida. 

Two women in Pinzon’s farm-house were weeping. 


CHAPTER XII. 

NI5TA. 

Beatrix had shared the society of one of the luminous, humble 
men of the world for five years. She had grown backward toward 
his childhood and family, till she knew them all by heart, and his old 
father was living still by Genoa. Scarcely had Cristoval sailed when 
a letter came from Bartholomew in England, saying that the king 
there wished Columbus to visit him and command his ship of dis- 
covery. 

“ I dreamed,” said Noama, absently, “ that my kind husband had 
found a little island just big enough for him and me under the Arabian 
palm-trees, and that he called it ‘Nina,’ the Baby island, and that 
there came a baby there and bit me till I awoke.” 

“ Dear, innocent child ! I dreamed, also, that my husband was 
drowned, my cousin, Diego Arana, killed by wild men, and all the 
pains and cost of the expedition perished at the bottom of the sea, 
without a memory of it except my child, Fernando; and while I gazed 
at the water, the head of Cristoval slowly came up and looked at me 
and said, ‘ Beatrix, thou hast discovered it !’ ‘ What, my love ?’ I 

asked. ‘ Nina ,’ said he. At this I awoke and looked for my child, 
my nino. Fernando was fast asleep, with a book of his father’s maps 
clasped to his breast.” 

Prior John Perez was asked to interpret this dream. 

“ I cannot tell,” said he, “ unless it assures you, Beatrix, of the 
certainty of love above all things. If Colon dies and all his record is 
lost, he has an executor, an heir to his design, in the nino, thy baby. 
He has posterity, and methinks the love of offspring makes the love of 
lands in fathers’ hearts. ‘ God so loved the world,’ says the beautiful 
tale, 6 that he gave for it His only Son.’ ” 

“ I would not give my son for the world,” exclaimed Beatrix. 

“ Without increase we would need no world, my daughter; and 
this is why love is so pressing upon old and young and has so many 
aberrations.” 

“ Dreadful would be a desolate world !” said Beatrix. “ The beasts 
would miss man ; so would the trees. There would be no head.” 

“ No head,” repeated John Perez. “ What an idea is there ! The 
head is the key, the flower of the world. The eyes of man, twin stars 
within his head, are like cathedral windows, high as he, raised to the 
brain itself, their roof and dome. He knows nothing because he has 


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not used his eyes. Since Cristoval came here I have looked at every- 
thing with other thoughts. Air, earth, fire, and water may not be all 
the elements, and behind the blessed Trinity may be the blessed, in- 
finity. I cannot think more upon it ; I am a poor thick-headed priest ; 
but, as I am a sincere priest, blessed be God ! I will not fear that 
truth a God must know, nor check the godlike seekers.” 

As the cook Espinosa had also gone upon the expedition, — that 
wretch who lived to rivet chains upon Columbus, — Noama cooked their 
food, and Beatrix made her child’s clothes and went around the cots of 
Palos teaching the women self-help. 

Noama went to the church with Beatrix and knelt in the cool, 
pale, whitewashed aisles and chapels before the blue wooden Virgin 
which was hung from an abutment by hooks in its back, wore a gilded 
crown, and in its hand carried a dove, as in its arms a child. 

The combing of wool was often interrupted in those days to make 
little clothes, too small for Fernando. 

“ Whom are they for?” asked innocent Noama. 

“ For Nina.” 

“ Why Nina?” 

“ Why not the Santa Maria ?” oracularly answered Beatrix. 

They believed that Christmas would see their husbands home. If, 
as Columbus too sanguinely expected, they could sail to Japan across 
the open sea in fifty days, fifty days more to return would leave four 
weeks to exchange courtesies and presents with the Grand Khan or 
Emperor of China, and with the Christian Khan called Prester John. 

The Christmas-time came, and was dry indeed in Palos, children 
still fatherless, wives and affianced maids still loverless, and the mass 
was celebrated to answering groans and sighs. How had learning 
made havoc in faith and hope ! The wild, gray man who believed 
that the moon had a back door owed Palos all the pains his visit and 
his friend Nuilez’s had left to the two deserted women. 

As Beatrix and Noama knelt at mass, the elder felt upon her neck 
the gaze of a man as she had felt it that day in Cordova when the 
Columbus brothers first paid her homage at her devotions. 

Beatrix looked back and felt the glow which was the warmth of 
that look, and it was love. 

Alexander Geraldini sat behind her beside Bishop Deza; both 
were dressed as clericals, and both dwelt upon her with their eyes. 

Looking upon Deza as friend and father in one and the champion 
of Columbus, Beatrix closed her devotions and greeted these old and 
dear friends. Fernando was exhibited and tenderly treated by Geral- 
dini. Beatrix was left much alone with him while Deza and the 
prior conferred at Rabida and covetously watched the sea for the miss- 
ing ships. The visitors abode there a fortnight, and when Deza went 
away he left Geraldini behind him. 

Before the bishop departed he summoned Beatrix to confessional 
at Rabida. 

Alexander went with her, as it was a short and pleasing walk. 
The winter, seldom severe in that latitude, gave color to Beatrix’s face 
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into the evergreen pines, and the absence of her husband and the 
rejuvenescence of her matron nature made the tender tone of the 
young and learned monk like the echo of her spouse’s consolation. 
Geraldini’s visit had been her relief against rising despair. 

He looked with her to the sea on the highest bare point beyond 
Rabida, and they were silent a long time, as if they expected the ships 
of their friend to appear. 

u It is the 3d of January, Beatrix,” Alexander sighed. " Five 
months Cristoval has been gone. Suppose he never returns ?” 

“ That it does not become me to suppose, dear Alexander.” 

a But it becomes Fernando, your child, to be considered next.” 

“ I will send him, if he grows to be a man, in search of his father.” 

“ Dear Beatrix, I have offered to be the father of your son. I 
know Fernando is the son of Cristoval : Deza has told me so. Had 
Fernando been the king’s son, I stood ready to make him my child 
by law. That you loved the admiral and bore his son makes you 
purer in my eyes. It was sympathy, not ambition, which made you 
another’s love.” 

“ I bless you for that thought.” 

“If the father comes not back, why shall Fernando be fatherless?” 

“ He will not be. The spirit of Cristoval will pervade the world. 
The winds, the waves, the moving clouds and ships, tides, meteors, 
currents, everything, will tell my son his fatherhood. He will set 
forth and find his other brother, the lost world which may now be the 
grave of Cristoval.” 

“ As I love poetry, I feel in my pulses what you say. Yes, the 
procreative thought will give life to the seas. The energy of Cristoval’s 
ideas will never die.” 

“ Never.” 

“ But it will languish unless friendship and love warm it to enter- 
prise again. Your son’s father was my friend. Cannot we three con- 
serve the glorious idea and speed it to an end ? The noble mould 
of Colon bleaches, perhaps, upon a foreign shore. Recovery of that 
Jerusalem, the sepulchre where he is lying, will appease his spirit.” 

“ Alexander, .you are a clerical, but the clasp of your hand is like 
worldly passion. Tempt not the wife in the guise of friendship for 
her spouse.” 

“ It is you who say ‘ tempted.’ If you are tempted, it is by sore 
temptation. That wretch am I.” 

“ I know the pangs of love. The holiness of the priest makes him 
thrice lovable. You are not without your dangerous influence.” 

“ There is more reproof in your eyes than I can understand, ex- 
quisite being ! I only know that my cloister is filled with thee. I 
am not here to worry my friend, but pain extorts the truth : thou art 
killing me, Beatrix.” 

“ And thou, Alexander, art giving me life. I see the blossom in 
thy cheeks, the heartsease in thy velvet eyes : they tell me life was 
made for loving, and I love again : I will not throw the rapture again 
away ; my lover shall be mine !” x 

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“Yes, love is all. It gave the earth the children’s chorus ages 
before the shepherds sang. I will not live alone : love is my right !” 

“ And mine, my Beatrix.” 

“ I see his ship,” Beatrix exclaimed. “ It has sailed. Love sent 
the message to me on the winds. I know he loves me by the rising 
of my heart and all this faith. Who tells me I am married? My 
glowing soul. I know my spouse, and I will be barred from him no 
more, neither by fear nor duty, by Spain nor the Pope.” 

“ Who is it, Beatrix ? I feel thy ecstasy.” 

“ It is thy friend, my husband, Cristoval !” 

Silently reproved, with more than worldly respect for her he loved, 
Gerald ini went on to the priory of Rabida, and whilst he watched the 
sea-line from the arcade above the walls, Beatrix knelt to Deza. 

Her confession was nothing but the voluble utterance of her heart’s 
hunger. 

Deza interrupted her to no purpose. Her heart sang in that old 
priory church, near the bones of the dead beneath the floor, near the 
vaults of those once immured alive for their broken vows and heresies, 
of the eagle-winged and intrepid intellect ; she sang the love of her 
cherished mate, like the swallow whose nest was in the convent chim- 
ney filled with young. 

“ Daughter, be still !” muttered Deza, at length, through the throat 
of his confessor’s cell. “ All this I have heard before. But you have 
not confessed a sin this day committed, — the vows of love from an- 
other man.” 

“ I heard none.” 

“ You suppress the truth. A priest clerical has made love to thee 
this day.” 

“ I cannot remember it. I had no room, where love was every- 
where, for a divided sentiment.” 

“Fear not that I will punish Alexander. I encouraged him.” 

“ Thou, my father, Deza ?” 

“ He has remission from the Pope, and can marry thee.” 

“ Me ? I am married ?” 

“ Thou art not married : thou art a mistress only !” 

“ Priest, thou liest !” 

An instant’s silence followed. 

“ I pity thee,” whispered Deza. 

“ Pity thyself! In love’s distress and transport .1 told thee all. 
From that day onward the purity of my life has been like that of 
Cristoval. At thy advice I nourished his enterprise and chilled his 
heart : I gave our child the whole of my affection. And now, while 
wife and husband wait for this probation to be done and Nature have 
her recompense and blessing, thou, false friend and treacherous priest, 
cal lest me ‘ mistress’ ! When we were poor the covetousness of thy 
cloth would not license us. When we shall be rich, by the greatness 
of my spouse, his fame will be to all the generous world the greatest 
sacrament, and that he loved me will make me holy as that bride 
whose feast our Lord attended and turned the water into wine.” 

“ This is frenzy,” sighed Deza, with catching breath. 


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“ Come forth, then, and call a frenzied mother mistress, and I will 
beat thee, craven priest !” cried the fiery blood of Enriquez. 

“ F or mercy’s sake, daughter, do not exclaim so loud in this small 
priory,” whispered the bishop. “ I meant all for good. If the ad- 
miral be lost at sea, as he is a good while overdue, the hand of Geral- 
dini would be support for thee and Fernando. Then, if the admiral 
should return and find thee Geraldini’s wife, he could not mutter, and 
might thank us all. He would have respect for thee, and thou still 
mightst have his powerful patronage and love.” 

“ What respect would any man have then for Beatrix Enriquez, 
false to her husband, mistress of her lover ? And it is thou, inquisitor 
of heresy, who would instruct a woman’s heart ?” 

“ Beatrix, we would serve Colon, thy husband. If he returns 
and marries thee not, his hold upon the court will be that of a great 
admiral, and with his prospective possessions he might marry some 
potentate heiress or dowager. The death of Ferdinand in war might 
make the Admiral of the Indies King of Spain. We fear, indeed, 
that his discovery may be a barren one, of unproductive mines or bar- 
ren islets like the Canaries. He left Teneriffe, as we have heard, all 
spouting fire like the judgment-day. Beyond it may be more vol- 
canoes. Can Colon protect his old age and thee without some settle- 
ment in Spain ? Therefore, I say, send Fernando to court to be the 
prince’s page, and marry Geraldini, of thy age, and worshipper of thy 
beauty, and thou and all of Colon’s sworn companions are safe.” 

“ I do not believe thou art Deza at all,” whispered Beatrix upon a 
breath of her old superstitions, “ but rather some Beelzebub wearing 
his body and raiment. Whatever thou art, listen to a spirit holier 
than thy conclave, — the spirit of a wife. Not for any of thy reasons, 
priest, will I refuse Columbus, but that I may love him more by 
blessed giving from my love. What thou desirest me to do for wealth, 
chicane, and fraud, I will do for nothing. He shall run his full 
career.” 

“ Greatest of wives, then, art thou, Beatrix !” 

“ Women may never understand me,” Beatrix spoke. “If men 
ever hear of me I think men will be gentle with my memory. Even 
for that I do not care, if Colon loves me !” 

Deza went back to Seville, but Geraldini tarried longer and taught 
Fernando bits of foreign speech and encouraged him in the love of 
books. 

January passed, and February brought some balms like spring. 
Palos and Seville gave up Columbus for lost. The wives and lovers 
of some departed sailors found consolation in the first temptation 
offered. 

Beatrix kept close house with Noama, who was more distressed 
than she, less rugged than the Castilian oak in Beatrix’s ribs, and 
fearing to die. 

Palos seemed to be dying too, its best men gone, its residue chiefly 
women, and the watch long kept for the admiral from the mound by 
the church was at length discontinued. 

A Friday came at the middle of March, and in the Pinzon farm- 


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house Beatrix and her boy were combing wool, and Noama reclined 
upon a carpet rug whose end was rolled up into a pillow Eastern 
fashion, when there stood in the earth-silled portal the shadow of a 
man. 

Noama screamed. 

The man ran up to Beatrix, her back being toward him, and cov- 
ered her eyes with his hands. 



“I AM THY HUSBAND,” COLUMBUS SAID. 


At the same time the bell in Palos church tower began to ring, and 
there was shouting in the streets. A gun went off. 

“ Nina ! I know that gun,” Beatrix cried. “ Is it Vicente Yanez 
Pinzon ?” 

“ No. It is Cristoval Colon !” said a voice to thrill her. 

“ Santa Maria !” 

“ The Santa Maria is lost.” 

“ And I?” 

“ Love of my soul ! The only precious thing in Spain to me ! 
How is thy heart, beloved ?” 


COLUMBUS IN LOVE. 


475 


“ Happy ! Thou lovest me at last.” 

Clasped to the admiral’s breast in fervor like the bridegroom’s, 
Beatrix felt that the doubt and perplexity of his mind were discharged 
and love had entered in like fiery dawn. 

“ I am thy husband,” Columbus said. “ A world I have discov- 
ered has made me its high-priest and sent me hither for thee, lady of 
my dreams ! Till I set sail for Spain the weight of my responsibilities 
made woman’s sex unfelt, but when my task was done there streamed 
into my soul thy glorious Andalusian hair, the baby blueness of thy 
trusting eyes, and the memory of thy nuptial confidence : I uttered the 
name of my ship, but it meant thee, 4 baby,’ Nina /” 

“ What day was that, my darling?” 

“ The 3d of January. Why do you ask?” 

“ It was that day I felt thee coming and thy heart shine toward 
me. I cried to Geraldini, who loved me dearly, ‘ I see his ship ; it 
has sailed, and there comes love’s message to me on the winds !’ ” 

As Cristoval stood from her to regard her face and charms of life 
and presence, she saw that he was noble as a king. With triumph 
had come peace and buoyancy to his countenance. His face was tanned, 
but his skyey eyes were clear as boyhood’s ; his nose seemed more 
Roman by his deeds of courage than before, his mouth more sweet 
and constant, and the scent of perfumes haunted his fine, flowing, 
Florentine hair. 

He was dressed as if to see the royal household, his manly limbs 
in silk, and puffed and quilted hose about his hips, his breast in padded 
vest like a cuirass, his doublet lined with velvet, and he had a ruffled 
collar and a hat with plumes. These delicate attires encased an iron 
man. 

“ You are dressed like a bridegroom, sir,” breathed Beatrix upon 
the sigh of admiration, blushing also. 

“ I am thy bridegroom, Lady Enriquez ; thy friend the Admiral 
of Spain gave me this dress. 1 wore it when I stepped ashore upon 
the Virgin world, and now to honor thee I wear it landing in thy 
country. St. George ! but thou art beautiful !” 

The next and last scream of Noama’s was at the entrance of her 
husband, Joab, who fell into her arms, and, having proved his presence 
by his ardor, cried aloud, — 

“ Noama, Beatrix, what say you to this for a starter?” 

There entered Ibn Roshd, and with him in bright feathers and 
strange attire were people of reddish skins, supple and gentle though 
savage. 

“ These are the Columbians,” remarked Joab: “ we have brought 
them here to keep the Palos boys from treading on their heels and 
making free with their ornaments. I may add that the procession is 
only waiting for Prior John Perez to move toward the church and 
offer up thanks. To give thanks to the unseen Providence which pre- 
served us is not a superstition. We have broken the record of super- 
stition, for a starter. We sailed upon a Friday, discovered upon a 
Friday, and are back upon a Friday.” 

“ My lord,” moaned Noama, “ stay here with me.” 


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COLUMBUS IN LOVE. 


“ Thy lord and thy ancestor both are here,” spoke Ibn Roshd. 
“ Blessed be the coincidences which cross the orbits of friendly trav- 
ellers ! Noama needs me and thee, son Joab, this day. My race is 
run and yet begun right here : hail to our God !” 

The officers of the town, the brethren from Rabida, the sailors, 
much reduced in number, the boys, of course, skipping before the 
drum and fife, the Indians, the parrots, and the curiosities, went to the 
village church, the admiral in front under his standard of Jesus cruci- 
fied, which Beatrix had made. 

When the mass was done, John Perez went to the farm-house right 
by to hear the wondrous news and bite an olive and take a glass. As 
they entered, old Ibn Roshd greeted them feebly : 

“ A daughter is born to the child of Ben Egas, and is called Nina , 
for our sole returning ship. No male of Averroes’s race will survive 
me, but the Energy we worship has become the faith of men this day. 
God is Nature’s bright inhabitant everywhere !” 

“ Hail to our God !” the tearful father of the baby Nina spoke 
aloud with Ibn Roshd. 

The old physician closed his eyes in Palos, but not alone : their 
greatest townsman, Pinzon, died the same day with Ibn Roshd, hardly 
a week following Columbus’s return. 

While the admiral was combing wool with Prior John Perez, Geral- 
dini, and his own boy Fernando, a gun went off at the marshy port 
below. 

“ That is the Pinta’s cannon,” Colon said. “ It fired the night 
Martin Pinzon saw land.” 

Thus the same day saw the admiral and his chief sailor apostle 
land at Palos, their little boats slipping in so modestly that they seemed 
to be like spirits standing all at once by the bedside. 

Martin Alonso Pinzon had been parted from Columbus a full 
month, and yet he reached Palos but the same day, and after the 
admiral’s celebration was over. He had strayed, and, possessing the 
sounder and faster ship, made straight for Spain to be the blower of 
the trumpet. And now Columbus was first, and was not drowned as 
Pinzon expected. Remaining longer in the Indies and bringing wider 
knowledge home, Columbus had proved the scripture, that the last 
shall be first. 

The physician, Dr. Garcia Fernandez, soon called upon the admiral. 

“ Don Cristoval Colon,” said he, “ I come to lament the mistakes 
which shall cost our noblest townsman his life. The temptation was 
very great, to be exalted in his townsmen’s praise, and to set Palos- 
Moguer well before the world.” 

“ Yes, local fame. Many are the good men who throw away true 
greatness for that bauble.” 

“ Our captain was separated from you in the storm, but his con- 
science soon rebuked him that he had not returned to find you. In- 
deed, he thought you lost. We reached the Bay of Biscay, and Pinzon 
despatched word of his arrival to our sovereigns. Still he was sore of 
spirit, for his simple heart never had cheated itself before. I waited 
on him, exposed as he was to wave and weather, and saw him fail till 


COLUMBUS IN LOVE. 


477 

at the last as we sailed past Rabida the brethren hailed, * Colon is 
here ! He saw your standard flying as he came on, and the weight 
and reproof of his transgression broke his heart.” 

“ The raven deserts, but the dove returns,” said the admiral. “ Had 
Pinzon s friendship been his money, he would never have deserted me. 
Here are my noble friends, Nunez, Geraldini, Prior John, Noama, 
Beatrix, and my dear absent brother Bartholomew. Domestic friends 
are the long friends.” 

“ Son, was your voyage hazardous ?” 

u Father Juan, no. Man only, mis-educated man, interfered to 
turn me back. The weather was gentle and the wave smooth as a 
pleasure eve upon the Guadalquivir. A breeze blew us to the New 
World. Then the superstitious and faint-hearted cried, ‘ What shall 
blow us back again? We are lost V The wind then turned, and they 
could say nothing else except that the voyage was long. I had dis- 
counted that, and marked the log lower than our speed, to stretch the 
seven hundred leagues I promised them till we should see land. We 
sailed on weeds in areas as wide as Spain, through which the sounding 
weight went deep as ever. The needle parleyed with the pole-star 
instead of pointing it. But life never failed to accompany us, fish and 
birds and sailing shells and the far coast seemed to send heralds out 
to awake the faint, cold heart of man. In the vessels of the two Pin- 
zons were better men than mine : I had the convicts and the castaways, 
whose vices called them back to the haunts of Spain. So all the 

voyage over I was in fear of man, and not of storms or devils. On 

me the flag-ship sailed as round the earth, upon my poor old head, 
which carried in my sleep the illusions every day disproved. When 
light withdraws from man he fills the darkness with his own want of 
faith and chases with his terrors. There lay the land, at last, a light 
of human hands, the lamp of Home, — the very lamp I saw long years 
ago, but could not make mankind believe it. We waited for the dawn, 
and saw the palms, the sands, the green and silver of yon golden sun 
and earthly moisture, shine across our sight.” 

“ What thought you then, my brave Colon ?” 

“ I thought all them I saw had Homes, even at the far side of the 

world, and I had none. My long career had made me a homeless 

showman coming to a show. 1 How sweet/ said I, ( if woman and 
children of my own should meet me there P ” 

“ Dear friend and lord,” exclaimed Joab Nuiiez, “ you have made 
a wide hearth-stone for the world ! Shall the world deny you the love 
which is the light of home ?” 

“ Let the world deny what the world cannot give,” replied Beatrix. 
“ This is my spouse. With me shall be his home. Him I will love, 
honor, and obey, for richer or for poorer, in sickness and in health, 
till death us do part.” 


THE END. 


478 THE COLUMBIAN EXPOSITION PUBLICITY DEPARTMENT. 



MOSES P. HANDY. 


WHAT THE PUBLICITY DEPARTMENT DID FOR 
THE COLUMBIAN EXPOSITION 

A SHORT time ago some two hundred general passenger agents, 
representing nearly all the railroads in the United States, Mexico, 
and Canada, were in Chicago, and went to see the World's Fair grounds. 
Naturally enough, the talk on the return trip to the city was devoted 
largely to Exposition matters. Various marvels they had seen were 
discussed, until a Boston man broke in with an ejaculation. “You 
think you know something about this,” he said, “ but the biggest thing 
about the whole show is the way it has been heralded abroad. I spent 
last winter in Europe, and wore myself out trying to dodge questions 
about the World’s Fair. I saw pictures of these buildings until my 
dreams were highly-colored lithographs; I fled from Paris to Berlin, 
from Berlin to Rome, and from Rome to Athens, and I’ll pay my fare 
home if I could find a hotel on the continent that didn’t have some 
sort of World’s Fair picture hung up where everybody had to see it. 

“ When I took my summer outing I went to Japan, and the pic- 
tures still haunted me. I left the railroads and travelled four days in 
a jinrikisha to get where I couldn’t be reminded of the Fair. Finally 
I struck a great pottery, clear away from any regular line of travel, 
and the very first thing the superintendent showed me was a big ex- 
hibit of fine ware which, he said, was made especially for exhibition at 
the World’s Fair. That beat me. I resigned myself to it, and con- 
cluded to go to Chicago the first chance I had and face it out. I want 
to say right here that the world never saw anything like it, and I’d bet 


THE COLUMBIAN EXPOSITION PUBLICITY DEPARTMENT. 479 

d °,ll arS ,‘ ha * if ^ a , nsen ever drifts U P against the north pole he’ll find 
a World s Fair lithograph tacked on it right in plain view.” 

Of course the railroad-man spoke in hyperbole, after his kind, but 
he had seized upon a salient factor in the success of the Exhibition. It 
will be remembered that Professor Boyesen wrote of his surprise at 
finding that news of the Exposition had reached the most obscure set- 
tlements of Lapland, where printed matter has no access. Even Pata- 
gonia, the remotest points of South and Central America, and the 
interior of Africa, have been reached by the same methods, while 
China and the East Indies get regular information of the progress of 
affairs at head-quarters. 

The uninformed might imagine this universal interest was the 
natural result of an exhibition planned on a large scale and inviting 
international co-operation. Those familiar with the facts, however, 
know that the achievement has been won in the face of great obstacles. 
They know, too, that a perfect organization, working on a systematic 
plan, deserves, and will eventually receive, the credit. 

In the very outset, while it is scarcely diplomatic for a Chicagoan 
to say so, the world did not believe a great international fair could be 
given in the city chosen as its site. Europe had hitherto viewed Amer- 
ica through the New York press. This view was reflected in British 
and Continental columns ; and every American knows what that view 
was. Recognizing the difficulty from the first, Director-General Davis 
determined to make a campaign of education through a Department 
of Publicity and Promotion, with a newspaper-man in charge. The 
National Commission approved, the Chicago directors agreed to foot 
the bill, and Major Moses P. Handy was called in to be chief of the 
department. Within a week after his acceptance of the post the new 
chief had outlined his organization and submitted a general line of 
procedure. Within two weeks the department was at work. The plan 
adopted is practically the same now as then. The chief of the bureau 
assumes the duties of managing editor. He originates policies, maps 
out the field, and his assistants attend to the details of executive ad- 
ministration. A corps of writers furnish letters to the American and 
foreign press. A city editor and reporters cover the local news naturally 
developing in the World’s Fair offices. It may be inferred that the 
bureau has a world-wide field when it is known that foreign weekly 
letters go out in four languages, English, French, German, Spanish, 
while, as the chief has said, in characteristic phrase, “ the department 
has fourteen languages on tap when there is a call for them.” 

An auxiliary to the editorial staff is a mailing-room, with a mail- 
ing-list of about fifty thousand names, including newspapers, foreign 
ministers, consuls, and nearly every firm and corporation of great prom- 
inence on the globe. 

With this force at his command, Major Handy first sent out a 
letter telling all about Chicago, its facilities for handling visitors, its ac- 
commodations, its features of general interest, its financial resources, and 
its reasons for believing it could build and carry on the Exposition. The 
immediate result justified the existence of the bureau and the selection 
of its chief. European papers generally used the subject-matter entire. 


480 THE COLUMBIAN EXPOSITION PUBLICITY DEPARTMENT. 

South American publications translated it, and used it in some instances 
as a serial. Press clippings from all over the world showed a phenom- 
enal publicity given the letter. This was followed up immediately, on 
the “ everlasting” plan of agitation, by articles outlining the scope of 
the Exposition. 

The first and most urgent necessity was to create an assurance of 
success, and to do this the policy adopted was peculiarly Chicago-esque, 
though its originator was not a Chicagoan. Only one of the exhibit 
departments was organized at that time. It was impossible to know 
what their chiefs would adopt as the limits of scope. The Publicity 
Department, nothing daunted by the chaotic basis of calculations, pro- 
ceeded to assure the world that nothing had ever approached the splen- 
dor, the unspeakable magnificence, of the then-distant Exhibition. It 
was Barnum out-Barnumed, but the outcome has justified every as- 
surance made at that time in the teeth of doubt and indecision. 

To give form to these brilliant promises, the bureau spent twenty 
thousand dollars for a lithographed bird’s-eye view of the Exhibit 
buildings. For a few days the postage alone on these views amounted 
to one thousand dollars a day, and some conservative men on the direc- 
tory became nervous at the seemingly enormous and useless expense. 
When the returns began to come in, these men were the most enthu- 
siastic in their commendation of the idea. As the Boston man said, 
the pictures reached everywhere ; and when an American travelling 
in the Sahara wrote to one of the Chicago newspapers saying he had 
found a bird’s-eye view hung up in an Arab tent on the edge of the 
desert, there was no longer any question as to the value of the expen- 
diture. The picture, though a trifle in itself, was one of the great hits 
of the promotion scheme. It seemed to take abroad as pictorial week- 
lies do among the Arkansas voters, who, it is said, read very little, but 
are greatly moved by cartoons. The foreigners seemed to accept the 
lithographs as evidence beyond doubt that all the buildings outlined in 
color would be ready for their exhibits ; and they were right. 

A great difficulty, and one never discussed in print before, was the 
question of subsidies for European papers. Precedents had been es- 
tablished in this line that made it almost impossible to convince the 
editors of papers in some cities that this Exposition had no funds for 
such a purpose. The Paris Exposition paid one concern in London 
alone five thousand dollars a month for promoting its press interests, 
— a sum that represents more than the entire monthly average of the 
Publicity Department’s cost. For months, in some cities of Europe 
not a line was printed concerning the Fair. Major Handy was in 
receipt of letters, still on file, naming the editorial price of each paper 
in these cities and inviting him to contribute to their support pro rata 
as a condition to the removal of the boycott. Some American papers, 
by constant attacks, contributed to this embarrassment, until a flank 
movement was executed. A. commission, of which the major was a 
member, went to Europe with credentials from the Director-General. 
As everybody knows, the commission was received with such con- 
spicuous honor that all the papers, both abroad and at home, which had 
been unfriendly, were forced to give space to the movements of the 


THE COLUMBIAN EXPOSITION PUBLICITY DEPARTMENT. 4gl 

delegation. From this time on, there was no doubt of the cordial co- 
operation of the press everywhere, though even to-day there are some 
editors, on the Continent who hang out the black flag and extend an 
invitation to surrender — in cash. 

When the value of the department had become so conspicuous, it 
began to be felt in the demand for news of the Fair. A new avenue 
was opened up to it by the magazines, press-associations, and news 
agencies. Regular letters were mailed to every newspaper of any 
standing in this country and abroad. The plate-printers furnishing 
matter for country papers found it readable, entertaining “ copy,” and 
used it in their service. The press agencies got a daily service when 
requested, keeping them informed as to progress and prospects. Alto- 
gether, the amount of matter furnished and used was so enormous that 
it will justify giving some figures. Clippings are on file showing that 
in the year ending January 31,1892, forty-five million five hundred 
thousand words — three thousand seven hundred columns — were printed 
about the Exposition in the newspapers and periodicals of the world. 
Computed on an average of eleven inches to the column, this would 
represent about three-quarters of a mile of newspaper print one column 
wide. Thirteen million words of this matter were printed in foreign 
languages, and twenty-nine million words of the total were reproduction 
of matter furnished by Major Handy’s staff. 

In the same period, the mailing-room of the department sent out 
two million four hundred and sixty -five thousand two hundred and two 
separate pieces of mailing matter, ninety-five thousand and seventy 
large lithographs, seven thousand seven hundred and twenty electrotype 
cuts of buildings, and a small number of lantern-slides for illustrated 
lectures. Three hundred and thirteen special articles from three to 
seven columns in length were written by staff employees for general 
publication. In addition to this, all the printing and circulation of 
rules and instructions for exhibitors emanating from twelve exhibit 
departments devolved upon the Publicity Department. These circu- 
lars were necessarily printed in several languages, involving a work of 
translation to the average extent of twenty thousand words monthly. 

Unquestionably the most valuable collection of Exposition litera- 
ture in existence has been accumulated by the department. The library 
files embrace scrap-books of every printed reference to the Fair since 
its organization. One hundred of these volumes are being maintained, 
and twenty-five hundred pages of newspaper size show the extent of 
the work. The arrangement of the clippings is in itself an ingenious 
idea. One book is devoted to each State, and one to each foreign 
country. Chicago papers alone have already contributed fifteen 
volumes of clippings. Every editorial reference, every news article, 
and every quotation of Exposition matter is preserved. Exchange 
editors in the department, and press-clippings service from London, 
Paris, and New York, keep the record complete. 

The newspaper reference-books, as they might be called, have been 
of unusual value, enabling the Exposition management to watch public 
opinion everywhere, strengthen the weak points, combat misstatements, 
and meet opposition aggressively. Reading these pasted files, it is easy 
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482 THE COLUMBIAN EXPOSITION PUBLICITY DEPARTMENT. 

to note every fluctuation of public sentiment from day to day. They 
show, for instance, that France, slow to act in the early stages of agita- 
tion, has aroused to the fullest appreciation of the advantage to be 
gained by exhibition. Turning to the Japanese book, which reflects 
the opinions of the other side of the globe, the records show that the 
Japanese have been among the stanchest and most energetic friends of 
the Fair from its inception. The same comparisons may be made in 
the “ State” books ; so that the series as a whole may be compared to 
a relief map of international interests in the Exposition, with every 
depression of enmity and every mountain-peak of friendship outlined. 
No such work has ever been attempted before in connection with an Ex- 
position. It would have been of immense value as a guide in the organi- 
zation of the Columbian Exposition could some such history have been 
accessible. And when the next great World’s Fair is planned, whether 
in the United States or abroad, this scrap-book record will be of ines- 
timable worth to the men who have the responsibility of organization. 

Naturally the Publicity head-quarters, centring news of all the 
Exposition offices, became the objective point of every man or woman 
whose subject had any relation to the Fair. Magazines sent their staff 
writers to the department for data, and found valuable guidance there. 
As a writer, the chief knew the relative value of facts and the pic- 
turesque possibilities of material. Not only did he furnish information, 
but, where rivals were in danger of covering the same ground to the 
ultimate discomfiture of both, he counselled lines of investigation that 
averted a sameness of treatment and still left them all the latitude they 
could desire. Any newspaper-man will know that such a situation 
requires tact, and the utmost caution, to avoid a charge of bad faith, 
and it is with some pride in the profession that the major’s success in 
this particular is chronicled. 

The work of arousing interest and confidence in the Fair was the 
first step, as already stated. The maintenance and promotion of this 
interest, especially among other nations and among foreign and domes- 
tic exhibitors, was the second. The third and last stage, just begun, 
has two widely divergent divisions : one, the preparation of the cata- 
logue, a great publication in itself ; the other is the “ gate-money” agi- 
tation, as it might be called. No Exposition has ever had its catalogue 
complete when the gates opened. It seems scarcely probable this will 
prove an exception, but, if it does, the fact will be a pleasant addi- 
tion to the department’s triumphs. The catalogue is to consist of 
fifteen volumes, large and small, — one for each exhibit section. It is 
estimated that between thirty-five thousand and fifty-five thousand 
individual exhibitors will deserve to have their names and displays in 
the publication. In addition to this, each exhibitor is entitled to seven 
lines of descriptive matter on payment of a fixed rate. The problem- 
atic size of the undertaking can be understood from the basis furnished. 
Every line of matter inserted in the fifteen volumes must be prepared 
and edited in the department. To do that work satisfactorily within 
the four months allotted to it will be the supreme test of the organiza- 
tion. And all the time this catalogue copy is being handled, the regu- 
lar routine of news-matter is to continue. 


COLUMBUS. 


483 


The theory is established,— it has to be perfected in half-dollars at 
the. gates, showing that almost unlimited publicity means almost 
unlimited gate-receipts. Even after the gates open, the persistent 
hammering at public attention will go on. Publicity and promotion are 
to be attached to every event of significance. State days, fgte days, 
especial illuminations, and festivals of music, both choral and orches- 
tral, are to be held. Every one of these will be announced and de- 
scribed in advance by the great organ of the great Exposition, its 
Bureau of Publicity. 

It may be permitted a newspaper-man to add something of personal 
tribute to one of his guild. In an intimate acquaintance, extending 
over most of the period of preliminary Exposition work, the writer 
has had occasion to notice Major Handy’s unfailing courtesy to men 
of his own profession. No service he could render, as an official or as 
an individual, has ever been lacking. A conspicuous instance of this, 
and one which brought cordial acknowledgment from the newspaper 
writers of two continents, was in the press arrangements for Dedication 
day. On a similar occasion at Paris, in 1889, only one American cor- 
respondent gained access to the main floor of the audience-hall. At 
the dedication in Chicago every large newspaper in the United States 
had from one to five representatives in the space reserved for them 
directly in front of the speakers of the day ; and every accredited for- 
eign correspondent who applied found a place ready. More than this, 
twenty-five hundred seats were reserved and given to the families of 
newspaper-men. The reporting arrangements have never been ap- 
proached anywhere. Proofs of every speech and prayer of the day 
were in the hands of the press before the programme began. Fifty 
type-writers with operators were in a room under the main platform, 
ready to take dictation, free. As a result of the forethought indicated 
by the provisions made, the exercises were given an international pub- 
licity attained by no other international event, save, perhaps, the elec- 
tion or death of a President. 

Measured as an aid in the onerous duties that will rest on every 
writer who has the Fair for his field, estimated as a business demon- 
stration of the immense value of wise publicity, taken professionally 
as a triumph of scientific newspaper methods applied to the promotion 
of a public enterprise, — viewed from any stand-point, the Department 
of Publicity and Promotion of the World’s Columbian Exposition is 
worthy the colossal enterprise it has exploited, and no man need want 
any better monument to his ability than the simple record of the de- 
partment William Igleheart. 


COLUMBUS . 

T HINE was the task, O Genoese, 

To pluck a new world from the seas, 

And for thy fortitude and pains, 

The dungeon dark, the clanking chains ! 

Robert Loveman. 


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ABRAHAMS MOTHER 

[lippincott’s notable stories, NO. II. 4 ] 




UCY SLOCUM was hurrying down the street, her 
bonnet over one ear, her shawl slipping off her shoul- 
ders. She had just heard the news, and the village 
was alive with it. If she had not chosen that par- 
ticular morning to go to Hammerston, she might have 
known it as soon as anybody else. Her shopping 
could have waited. What earthly difference did it 
make whether she bought eight yards of brown alpaca Monday or 
Tuesday ? 

As she was getting out of the stage on her return from Hammers- 


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ton she had been met by Eliza Mott. In a few words the news was 
told her, and, with Eliza Mott, she hurried home, 
the Bible on the sitting-room table, lay 
of the one in Eliza Mott’s 
Mrs. Daniel B. Slocum. 


There, on top of 
. an invitation, the counterpart 
excited fingers, but addressed to Mr. and 


say, 


John Ordway’s boy had gone from house to house that morning, 
leaving invitations. When he was questioned, he had nothing to 
but laughed as if he thought it the best joke in 
the world. 

John Ordway kept the “Ordway 
House” at Hammerston, and the boy 
had run wild until Maria West had 
given him work. The boy had been 
perfectly steady ever since; but that 
meant nothing. Who would not be 
steady under Maria ? 

Eliza Mott and Lucy Slocum, 
putting their heads together, ex- 
amined the invitation again, read 
it aloud again to each other, 
and, when Dan Slocum ^ 
came in, read it aloud 
to him. 

“ What ! John Ordw ay’s 
boy’s been leavin’ these things 
from house to house?” 

Dan Slocum leaned his 
big shoulders against the 
sitting-room wall and laughed until tears 
rolled down his cheeks : 

“ Well, I’m blowed ! There ain’t 
been such a rise taken out of the vil- 
lage since I was a boy myself. He’ll 
get on in the world. A boy with 
the brains to think of that trick’ll get on. 

But see here, Lucy,” — Dan Slocum picked up 
the invitation and grew suddenly grave, — 

“ John Ordway’s boy’s pretty smart, but there’s 
somethin’ he’s left out; somethin’ mighty im- 
portant. ‘ The pleasure of your company is 
requested at the marriage of Maria West on Saturday even 1 , March seven- 
teenth , at eight o’clock . 7 ” Slocum turned to his wife and Eliza Mott, 
with a twinkle in his eye : “ And who’s the man ? Did either of you 
ladies ever hear tell of. a weddin’ without a man ?” 

Mrs. Mott and Mrs. Slocum looked at each other. Of course they 
could see through the trick, but what a dreadful thing for John Ord- 
way’s boy ! Maria never would forgive him. 

“ It’s kinder lucky, after all, that he didn’t take the name of no 
man in the village,” suggested Eliza Mott. “ Nobody would have 
stood that.” * 



JOHN ORDWAY’S BOY HAD GONE 
FROM HOUSE TO HOUSE. 


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Lacy Slocum did not say much of anything. Nervously tying 
her bonnet-strings and pinning her shawl, she started down the street 
with the determination to learn the truth, — to learn it from Maria West’s 
own lips. 

Few, very few, of her neighbors took liberties with Maria West. In 
a cool moment Lucy Slocum never would have dreamed of doing it. 
But, as it was, she walked straight into the store and up to Maria’s desk 
and said, “It’s gone all over the village, Maria West, that you’ve sent 
out invitations to a weddin’.” 

No other person was in the store at that moment, not even John 
Ord way’s boy. Scratch, scratch went Maria’s pen down the ledger. 
Lucy Slocum wished herself at home. 

“Six and two, eight; and four, twelve; and nine, twenty-one,” 
said Maria, sternly, — “ Take a seat, Lucy Slocum, — and one, twenty- 
two ; and nine, thirty-one. Yes, I’ve sent out invitations. I suppose 
you’re cornin’ ?” 

Lucy Slocum’s knees gave way. Luckily there was a chair behind 
her. Maria West closed the inkstand, wiped the pen, and locked up 
the ledger. Then she leaned her elbows on the desk, rested her chin 
on the palms of her hands, and said, “ Well?” There was something 
awe-inspiring about Maria. She was big and broad-shouldered, with 
iron-gray hair, and eyes that bored holes through you. She always 
looked through people, never at them. “Well ?” she repeated, look- 
ing through Lucy, “ didn’t you come around for nothin’ in particu- 
lar ?” 

“We’re all — I mean everybody — I mean everybody in the village,” 
began Mrs. Slocum, fidgeting on her chair and growing red, “ we’re 
all surprised, Maria, because we hadn’t heard you was goin’ to be mar- 
ried until we got the invitations this mornin’.” 

Maria pulled out her watch and laid it face upward on her desk. 

“ Now, Lucy Slocum, I’ve got a few minutes’ time to tell you about 
my affairs, since you take such polite interest in them. I’ve been run- 
nin’ the grocery business single-handed for close on twenty years. I’ve 
had to hire men to do work I couldn’t attend to, and it’s been an ex- 
pense ’most even with the profits. I might jest as well get married 
and have one man around permanent, instead of botherin’ every year 
try in’ to get new ones. I’m goin’ to get married next Saturday, so, of 
course, I got the invitations off my hands to-day. Is there anythin’ 
more you’d like to know ?” 

Lucy Slocum gasped. She was accustomed to Maria West’s busi- 
ness ways, but this s was too much. Mechanically she reached for her 
shawl and drew it close around her. The action seemed to pull her 
together. 

“Yes,” she said, with more confidence, “there’s a thing I’d like to 
ask, Maria, which I hope you won’t think pryin’. Livin’ a stone’s- 
throw from you for forty years and not hearin’ of your intentions, I 
can’t help bein’ surprised, and it’s natural I’d like to know who’s the 
man.” 

Patience was not Maria’s strong point. She jumped to her feet. 

“ For the land’s sake, Lucy,” she cried, “ how do you expect every- 


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thing at once? Folks is different. You married when you was a baby 
in arms ; I never believed in it, and I never will. I ain’t gone around 
blabbin’ that Fve always had the intention of gettin’ married. When 
I got to a suitable age I jest sat down and made up my mind to doin’ 
it. Now, what’s the most important thing in a weddin’, and what’s the 
most serious thing afterwards? The husband, ain’t it? Well, my 
plan is to attend to all the invitations and the party and to set the day ; 
then I get the things that ain’t serious off my mind ; after that I attend 
to the husband.” 

The amazement on Lucy Slocum’s face gave way to an admiration 
so respectful that Maria was mollified. 

“ The minute I’d begun writin’ the invitations,” she went on, in 
softer tones, “ I took a New York paper. A quiet, respectable man, it 
said, was wantin’ the acquaintance of a middle-aged lady ; object, matri- 
mony. A man who don’t put on more airs than to call himself quiet 
and respectable, I thought I’d take a look at. I wrote I’d pay his 
fare, and told him how to get here. I got an answer that he’d go 
to Hammerston and come over in the stage this afternoon : so if I don’t 
like him it’s settled he’ll go back to New York, and if he suits he’ll 
board at Elizabeth Jenkinses till the weddin’. I’ve had enough busi- 
ness dealin’s to see through a man as soon as I set eyes on him. This 
one’ll find out pretty quick whether he’s goin’ to suit or not.” 

Maria West stopped, expecting comment, but Lucy Slocum was be- 
yond speech. A flush of pardonable pride rose in Maria’s face as she 
looked at her. What man or woman can be indifferent to completely 
overpowering another ? 

“ Well, Lucy,” she said, after a reasonable pause, “ you’ve heard all 
there is to hear, and if the man ain’t what he pretends to be, you’ll see 
him go off in the stage to-morrow.” 

Lucy did not stir. She was in no state of mind to take a hint, and 
it was only when Maria walked towards the door that it occurred to 
her to leave. With a dazed good-by, she started up the street. She 
had not taken a dozen steps before the old stage lumbering along from 
Hammerston pulled up in front of the store and deposited its only 
passenger, who, hat in hand, stood in full view bowing before Maria. 

Out of the corner of her eye, Maria saw Lucy looking back, and 
was gratified. The “ quiet and respectable” of the advertisement was 
certainly confirmed by the man’s appearance. He had a pale, studious 
face, fair hair, and pale-blue eyes. He was tall and thin, and wore 
glasses. His age might have been anywhere from thirty to fifty. 
When he spoke, his voice was quiet, very quiet. After his first 
words of introduction, he stood waiting for Maria to carry on the 
conversation. 

Maria had never seen anybody like him. The men she lived among 
were farmers, rough and loud-spoken. They were too much like her- 
self, and treated her on too much of an equality. She led the way into 
the store and pulled forward two chairs. 

“ What did you say A. H. stood for?” she asked. 

“ Abraham Harrison, ma’am,” he answered, quietly. 

« Well, Abraham Harrison,” said Maria, in her quick tones; “ I 


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guess I made everything pretty clear in my letter. I told you what 
kind of a life I lead, and what business I'm doin', and what I expect 
of a husband. If you're quiet and respectable, I don't see why we 

shouldn't get along, and 

if you've read my letter 
I don't believe you've 
come all the way from 
New York without bein' 
willin' to stay. What's 
your business ?" 

“ I was in the grocery 
business in New York for a 
long time." 

“ Do you smoke?" 

“ No, ma’am." 

Maria gave 
a satisfied 
nod. 


“ I'm glad of that. If everything else suited, 
I might put up with a little smokin’, but it’s 
jest as well you don't want it. Now I'll take 
He*-: - ;i.uKn R you across to Elizabeth Jenkinses. You're goin' to 
board there till Saturday. The weddin' is Saturday 
night at eight o’clock." 

Harrison took up his hat and valise to follow her. At the door she 
turned suddenly : “ I knew I was forgettin' to ask you somethin'. Ain't 
you got any relations ?" 

“No, ma'am; nobody I know of at all. Not a soul in the world 
belongin' to me, — besides my mother." 

“Your mother!!" 

Maria braced her stalwart shoulders against the door. 


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You never wrote a word on paper, and you never let fall a word 
since you came, sayin’ you had a mother.” 

Harrison shifted from one foot to the other and gave a feeble 
smile. 

“She’s sick,” he said, apologetically, “sick abed goin’ on ten years, 
and she don’t trouble nobody. She says to me, ‘ Abraham, it’ll be the 
joy of my life to have you get married, and if you’ll find a nice wife 
it’ll be worth somethin’ to you both after I’m gone.’ She sends you 
her remembrances, and she wants you to understand that she ain’t strong 
enough to visit. She’ll go on livin’ peaceable in New York, and we 
won’t have no interference from her ever.” 

“ Humph !’* 

Maria meditated. She had an inherent prejudice against a mother- 
in-law. Was it possible she had not mentioned the fact in her letter? 
Now that she had seen Harrison and that the interview had proved 
satisfactory in every other respect, she did not want to send him 
away. 

“ Don’t your mother go a step out of New York?” she asked. 

“Never. She ain’t got the strength,” said Harrison, sadly. “She 
says, ‘Abraham, you must speak clear. You must make Miss West 
see that I ain’t to be expected at the weddin’.’ She’s got a nice pleas- 
ant room and a servant-girl to take care of her. If it wasn’t that she 
was provided for, I wouldn’t feel easy at goin’ away.” 

“ Well, if she don’t make no visits, she’ll be thinkin’ it my place 
to go to see her, and I don’t make no visits either,” said Maria, de- 
cidedly. “ I ain’t been out of this village, except to Hammerston, in my 
life. This is my home, and I live in it; this is my store, and I run it; 
I can’t spare time to fool around New York. I suppose you’ll be 
wantin’ to go to see your mother, won’t you?” 

Harrison looked up submissively : 

“ The third Sunday of every month’ll do, ma’am. I could go 
Saturday mornin’s and be back Monday evenin’s prompt.” 

Maria drew a breath of relief. 

“ I’m glad you can talk sense, Abraham Harrison. You live like 
that and you’ll do. The third Sunday of every month you can have 
regular with your mother. Step lively now, and we’ll go across to 
Elizabeth Jenkinses.” 

Never had Maria done such a business as during the next few days. 
From miles around, people came, ostensibly to buy soap or sugar, in 
reality to take a look at Abraham Harrison. By Saturday, Maria’s 
wedding outfit was more than paid for, and Saturday night the little 
sitting-room back of the store could barely hold the crowd eager to 
witness the ceremony. It took the village quite a while to settle back 
into its old tranquillity. The reason was that everyone was expecting 
something strange to happen. Nothing that Maria could now do would 
have caused surprise. The neighbors were disappointed,. were even ag- 
grieved, because nothing did happen. The idea of that marriage turn- 
ing out well ! Was it possible? Possible or not, Maria certainly went 
around holding her head higher than ever. Of all Abraham’s virtues 
the greatest was revealed to her after marriage. He was methodical. 


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She had thought herself exact, but in a week’s acquaintance she found 
that she could tell the time merely by what Abraham was doing. 

About the middle of April, Abraham, who was closing the store for 
the night, remarked, “ Maria, to-morrow’s Saturday.” 

Maria was straightening boxes on the shelves behind the counter ; 

she did not even turn her head to answer, “ Sup- 
posin’ it is? What of it?” 

“It’s the Saturday before the third 
Sunday of the month, 
Maria,” said Abra- 


“ DON’T you think you’d like to see mother? just once, maria.” 


ham, in his quietest tones. A tin cracker-box slipped out of Maria’s 
hands and fell upon the floor. 

“For the land’s sake, so it is ! Well, Abraham, are you goin’ to 
see your mother?” 

“Yes, ma’am.” 


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There was silence for at least ten minutes, during which Maria picked 
up the cracker-box and altered the positions of all the others on the 
shelves. 

“ Maria/’ ventured Abraham, timidly, “ don’t you think you’d like 
to see mother ? J ust once, Maria, and I won’t ask you to go again ; but 
it would be doin’ the act of a daughter to her.” 

“ Look here, Abraham Harrison, you make me sick. You’re goin’ 
to see your mother the third Sunday of every month, ain’t you? Then 
you remember and not invite me again. I want it understood once for 
all that I’m no traveller.” 

“Yes, ma’am.” 

A soft answer does not always turn away wrath. To some people 
it is exasperating. Maria scowled all through Abraham’s methodical 
preparations for his trip, and the next morning, when he and his black 
valise went off in the stage, she nodded her good-by without a word. 

He had not been gone five minutes before the neighbors dropped in 
to learn what had happened. Maria had a hard day of it. At least 
twenty times she had to repeat that Abraham had gone to visit his 
mother, that she wouldn’t go because she was no traveller, and that the 
mother was sick and was going to leave them a nice sum of money. The 
explanation worked like a charm. Anyone with a sick mother who has 
money ought to be treated with consideration. When Abraham came 
home Monday, pale and tired, the men who used to be cool to him 
met him with friendliness and inquired politely after his mother. 

But the visits seemed to have a depressing effect upon Abraham. 
Punctually at six o’clock when he was closing the store on the Friday 
preceding the Saturday before the third Sunday of every month, he 
would say, “ Maria, to-morrow’s Saturday,” and Maria would answer, 
u Well, Abraham, you can give my remembrances to your mother.” 
Then he would pack his valise and start off with the stage the 
following morning. He always started with a quiet smile of antici- 
pation, as if the visit were to be a pleasure, but he invaribly returned 
in the six o’clock stage Monday evening looking pale and worn and 
totally unable to eat his supper. By Tuesday, however, he would be 
himself again, and would give Maria a message, or even a little present, 
from the mother she had refused to meet. After a month or two, 
Maria’s conscience pricked her. She began to see that the mother 
had no intention of interfering, and that she must be as quiet and re- 
spectable as her son. It was also apparent that her daughter-in-law’s 
attitude wounded her. Else why should Abraham start off cheerfully 
on his journey, returning pale and downcast? By the sixth month, 
Maria was having a bitter internal struggle. A. new sentiment had 
risen in her nature, — a sentiment which, all her life, she had despised 
as a woman’s weakness, and which she would have died rather than 
admit, — the sentiment of curiosity. There was no help for it. It was 
raging within her. The only thing to be done now was to conceal it 
from Abraham, from everybody. It was so strong that, on the Sundays 
Abraham was away, it was the greatest relief to stand in the middle of 
her bedroom and say aloud, knowing that no one could hear, I d give 
a quarter of a dollar for one look at that mother. What an almighty 


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fool I was to say I wouldn't go to see her!" But curiosity, even of 
the strongest, could not equal Maria's pride. When she said a thing 
she stuck to it. The thought did not enter her head that she might 
go to New York with Abraham, after her statement that she was no 
traveller; and Abraham, after his first request, never asked her again. 

Time went on. The anniversary of the wedding drew near. Maria 
decided to give a party. She spoke to Abraham, and he agreed, as he 
did to everything. He had just come back from his eleventh visit to 
his mother, and he seemed more worn out than ever. Monday evening, 
as usual, he went to bed almost upon his return, but Tuesday he and 
Maria sat up as late as half-past nine, simply talking over the proposed 
entertainment. When every plan was made, and when Maria, pen in 
hand, was ready to begin on the invitations, it occurred to her that the 
anniversary fell upon Sunday and would have to be celebrated on the 
following Monday, — the Monday after the third Sunday of the month. 

“ Abraham, can't you go and see your mother a week earlier next 
time?" she asked, showing him the date on the calendar. 

Abraham shook his head very, very quietly : “ No, Maria, what I 
do I do regular. I've took the habit, and I can’t change." 

“Do you mean to tell me, Abraham Harrison, that you ain't goin' 
to be at your own anniversary ?" 

Never had Maria spoken in such a tone. Abraham quaked before 

her. 

“Oh, now, Maria! You know I ain't thinkin' of anythin' like 
that. I'll be here. Ain't I always home Monday nights prompt? I'll 
be here, Maria." 

“If you ain't, Abraham Harrison, you'll be so sorry that you'll 
wish you'd never seen your mother. That's what I've got to say about 
it. If you ain't here, Abraham Harrison," — Maria’s voice rose only a 
half-tone, — “if you ain't here, Abraham Harrison, the next month I 
go to New York to see your mother, and I go alone." 

The conversation came to a full stop. Maria had said all she wanted 
to say, and Abraham was physically and mentally incapable of a reply. 
Still, when the Saturday before the third Sunday of the month arrived, 
he went off at the usual hour. Maria took no notice of his' going. She 
was busy with preparations for the party, and she had enough faith in 
Abraham’s methodical ways to feel sure of seeing him at six o'clock 
Monday evening. By the time she sat down to her noonday dinner, 
the house was in such spick and span order that the party might have 
taken place on the spot. She looked about her with satisfied, tired eyes. 
“There ain't another thing to be done," she said to herself, “except 
right after dinner to take a look at my weddin'-dress that I ain’t worn 
in a year." Right after dinner, therefore, she trudged up to the attic 
and brought down the dress, which she spread upon the bed in her room. 
In plain sight on the front breadth was a round burnt hole. Maria 
examined it closely. A candle must have done the mischief on the 
night of the w T edding, and all this time she had not had sense enough 
to make sure that the dress was fit to wear. Snipping off a sample of 
the silk, she put on her bonnet and cloak. It was, of course, too late 
for the stage, but she could send John Ord way's boy to hire a horse, 


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493 


and he could drive her over to Hammerston. With Maria, things were 
no sooner said than done. John Ord way’s boy found a horse and buggy 
and drove around in high spirits. Maria, however, was not going 
for pleasure and did not intend to enjoy herself. That front briadth 
weighed on her mind. So far, everything had gone wrong for her an- 
niversary, and it was not extraordinary that she should snub John Ord- 
way s boy in his genial attempts at conversation. Before they had gone 
a mile, the boy was sulking in his corner of the buggy and Maria had 
taken the reins. 

I m thinkin of stoppin’ at the Ordway House on my way home, 
so as to tell your pa what a nice, fresh boy he’s got,” said Maria, sar- 
castically. 


John Ordway’s boy grunted something unintelligible and curled up 
in his corner. After Maria had matched her silk, she drove down the 
main street of Hammerston and stopped at a two-story hotel in front 
of which swung the sign, “ Ordway House.” 

“ Jump out lively, now, and run and tell your father I’m cornin’,” 
she said to the boy. “ I’ll tie the horse : I don’t want no butter-fingers 
hinderin’ me.” 

John Ordway’s boy tumbled out, as only boys can do, and disap- 
peared. In a few minutes he returned. “ I guess you’ve got to find 
pa for yourself,” he said, impertinently. “ I ain’t goin’ to.” 

Maria strode past him into the house. She would tell John Ord- 
way then and there that his boy was good-for-nothing and that she had 
had enough of him. 

At the end of the hall was a small private room in which John 
Ordway usually took refuge when he wanted a little time to himself. 
Maria knew the room, and, being angry, she did not take the precau- 
tion of knocking, but pushed open the door. John Ordway was not 
there. 

The shades were drawn, and the room seemed dark to one coming 
in from the sunlight. The furniture had been altered since Maria had 
seen it, and in the place of John Ordway’s desk and chair had been 
substituted a lounge and a common deal table. On the table stood 
bottles and glasses; before them, bending over them, gloating over 
them, was a man, — a man with frowzy hair and flushed cheeks, with 
untied cravat and unbuttoned waistcoat ; a man who, as he saw Maria, 
tossed off a glass of whiskey, and, drunken, reckless, assured, turned 
to grin at her. 

u Abraham ! !” 

“ Hello, Maria, old girl ! That’s right. Come to see me, ain’t you ? 
Have a glass to my luck. We’ll be home for the party. It ain’t till 
Monday night, you know, and we’ll be there, Maria, we’ll be there.” 

“ Where’s your mother?” 

The words came hoarse and gruff from Maria’s lips. With a maudlin 
smile, Abraham picked up the whiskey-bottle. 

“ Here’s my mother,” he said, fondling it. “ Here’s all my earthly 
joy. It ain’t sensible to have a mother ’way in New York when you 
can get one at Hammerston, old girl; see?” 

Maria did see. In spite of the choking sensation in her throat and 


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the mist before her eyes, she could 
see only too clearly. Harrison 
looked up at her and chuckled : 

“ It was kinder smart in me 
beggin’ you to go to see my mother, 
warn’t it? I was almighty afraid 
you’d catch on ; but I know’d you 
wasn’t the woman to go once you’d 
said up and down you wouldn’t. 



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Don’t you leave me, old girl. Stop and have somethin’. Folks ’ll say 
your husband don’t treat you right if you go away without a drink. 
Look here, Maria, come back now ! I ain’t goin’ to stand you slan- 
derin’ my character tellin’ I sent you off without a drink. Come 
back !” 

But Maria had slammed the door. In the hall outside she met John 
Ordway. 

“ Ordway,” she said, in a voice hardly recognizable, “ if you know 
what’s good for you, and for your boy, and for your hotel, you’ll bring 
Abraham around to me after dark. I’ll pay what he owes on the room. 
He won’t need it no more.” 

She stepped into the buggy and took the reins from John Ord way’s 
boy. Not a word did she say during the drive home. When John 
Ordway and Abraham arrived that night she met them, and Ordway 
and she carried the insensible body up-stairs. The next day, at about 
noon, Abraham stirred, yawned, and opened his eyes. There, at the 
foot of the bed, stood Maria. His jaw dropped. He became as white 
as the sheet neatly tucked under his chin. “ Abraham,” said Maria, 
“ I guess your mother ’d better move away from New York. We’ll 
keep her here.” 

Annie Flint. 



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A DESCRIPTION OF THE INEXPRESSIBLE. 


A DESCRIPTION OF THE INEXPRESSIBLE. 

D ear editor,— 

You ask me to give you a description of the World’s Fair ; and 
my comment upon the request is embodied in the above title. We 
have all of us heard and read a great deal, of late, about this matter, 
and have had our imaginations assisted by charming colored prints of 
the Buildings and the “ coup-d’oeil but it was all to no purpose ; the 
only way to get a notion of what this place looks like is to come here 
and look at it; and after you have done that, you find that the impres- 
sion you have got of it is, like the Secret of the Freemasons, not to be 
translated into parts of speech. These buildings, and all that apper- 
tains to them, have a language of their own, and it can be apprehended 
not by the ear or by the eye alone, but by some profounder sense that 
abides within and above all our physical inlets of sensation and com- 
prehends them all. In other words, unless your soul can open its eyes, 
you stand a poor chance of arriving at the true inwardness of the expe- 
rience that lies in wait for you here. 

It is perhaps a fortunate circumstance, from an aesthetic point of 
view, that the World’s Fair is so near the commercial centre of the 
city of Chicago. That circumstance insures the great advantage of 
contrast. I am not going to abuse the material aspect of the Windy 
City. I can readily admit that it might have been uglier if it had not 
burned down twenty years ago, or if its citizens had been less enter- 
prising and indomitable, — more like the citizens of any other city. I 
am aware that until commerce and wealth have had time to replace 
with worthy edifices the small and shabby remains (small in size, but 
unfortunately not so small in numbers) of a former and less enlightened 
dispensation, it would be absurd and unjust to expect Chicago to ap- 
pear homogeneous and comely. It would be unreasonable to ask its 
streets to look otherwise than like the ragged lines of a levy of raw 
volunteers drawn up for their first lesson in the manual of arms, so 
long as the sixteen-story giant of to-day is compelled to uprear his vast 
bulk alongside the decrepit and dwarfish proportions of the fifty-foot 
hovel of a generation since. I know it will all come right in due time, 
and, as it is impossible for me to be a resident of the place, I am in no 
especial hurry for the time to fall due. All I mean to intimate is, that 
perhaps the inconceivable ugliness of the greater part of the city of 
Chicago at the present moment may serve to set off the inexpressible 
beauty of the new city in Jackson Park. Not that the latter needs any 
adventitious adornment. It would hold its own very well alongside 
of ancient Athens, or Rome, or Alexandria, — though perhaps the latter 
might come within measurable distance of it from a purely aesthetic 
stand-point. Of dimensions I do not speak, because, as you know, 
there can be no comparisons, in that respect, with any human works in 
architecture, past or present. The World’s Fair Buildings have broken 
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beauty that there can be any consideration of competitors ; and even 
there I doubt whether the creators of these walls and domes need fear 
criticism. 

You may think that I am speaking in a prophetic vein ; because 
the buildings are not .finished yet, and the whole region in which they 
stand is a wilderness of inchoate materials, weltering in a series of 
Chicago blizzards. But you are mistaken. I am not looking ahead ; 
I am giving — or I am going to give — the record of what I have 
actually beheld and felt. No doubt the Buildings will look more 
smoothly and irreproachably beautiful when the last heap of rubbish 
has been cleared away and the last scaffolding taken down ; when the 
lawns, instead of being, as they are now, a glare of dirty ice, inter- 
spersed with mud-holes and mud-heaps and old barrels and piles of 
dirt, are so many breadths of velvet turf enriched with rainbow flower- 
beds ; and when the roads and footpaths, instead of laying traps and 
raising barricades to ensnare and discourage the struggling pedestrian, 
shall extend in ribbons and perspectives of asphalt and macadam, in- 
viting to the foot and easy to the wheel. No doubt the general aspect 
of things will be improved when the vast grounds and illimitable floors 
are thronged with countless thousands of well-dressed people, and flags 
flutter from every point of vantage, and color and movement please the 
eye everywhere, in place of the groups of Micks and Dagos and the 
scattered and dazed sight-seers who now mottle the barren spaces and 
dot the measureless walls and roofs. Unquestionably, too, the presence 
of broad sunshine and genial warmth will rejoice the heart which now 
shivers in bitter blasts from the dull horizons of the lake and is de- 
pressed by snow-squalls and ice-floes. I concede all this, and as much 
more of the same sort as you please. Nevertheless, since it will not be 
my fortune to see the Great Spectacle as it will appear in its apogee of 
glory, I am well content to have seen it as it is now. For, after all, 
not the least part of the charm of a great work of art is that which is 
contributed by the mind and imagination of the beholder ; only when 
the opportunity to so contribute is accorded him can he thoroughly 
enter into and become a component part of what he beholds. Nothing 
that is perfected is perfect, on this mortal plane of existence ; some- 
thing should be left incomplete, in order that we may enjoy the delight 
of completing it for ourselves. The artist's sketch has a fascination 
that we look for in vain in his picture ; the wild, untamed air that 
sings spontaneously from the great musician's violin entrances us more 
than his finished, academical composition ; the ardor of the unsatisfied 
lover is keener than that of the accustomed husband. And it appears 
to me that I find in the aspect of the Fair Buildings as they are now a 
fineness of enjoyment which I might miss if there were nothing to 
anticipate and nothing to ignore. As they are now, they are not all 
material, but are invested with a spiritual quality, and the final touches, 
being absent, are for that very reason more vividly present to the appre- 
hension of the mind. 

Well, all this is a trifle transcendental, and what you want is a con- 
crete representation. I will say, then, that things here are stilHn what 
we may call the Eocene period of their formation. For, certainly, the 
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Fair is a world, — an epitome and condensation of the planetary world 
that we inhabit. It is a world in which all that is best in contem- 
porary civilization, and only what is best, has been brought together. 
It is a world in which ugliness and uselessness have been extirpated 
and the beautiful and useful alone admitted. It is a summary of all 
that the most enlightened activity of mankind’s finest faculties, work- 
ing within historic periods, has brought forth. It is a suggestion of 
what the Golden Age would be, if we were all as good as we are 
clever, and if our love one for another were as intense as our love of 
beauty and power is already. All the elements of a fairer future 
world are here ; only, as I say, it is as yet in the preparatory or Eocene 
period. The skeleton appears ; the flesh has not yet been laid on ; but 
the skeleton in this case, instead of being rocky, is wooden. I am not 
going to attempt statistics (though, if I chose, with the aid of various 
manuals and hand-books which have been kindly placed at my dis- 
posal by Major Handy and his assistants, I might deluge you with 
columns of figures and measurements, signifying — so far as realizing 
comprehension of their meaning goes — nothing), but you may imagine 
for yourself how much timber it might take to make the foundation 
and substructure of a world withal. The wood crops out to-day, and 
unembodied fragments of it lie about in all directions; but when all 
is done, nothing of it will be visible except the floors, and nobody will 
look at them. Iron, of course, is also a main element in the construc- 
tion ; and then everything is made presentable with paint, stucco, and 
“ staff,” — which I put in quotation-marks only because I never hap- 
pened to hear of it until I came here and found them making all the 
statues, and I know not what else that looks like marble, out of it. 
It seems to consist of hair, or excelsior, or similar stuff’, drenched in 
liquid plaster and slapped on the framework of the structure by hand. 
You would never believe, to see them doing it, how well it looks when 
it is done. Now, the point of all this is, that this entire creation of 
the World’s Fair, all the beauty of its statuary and all the glory of its 
architecture, is strictly temporary ; there is not going to be anything 
of it left except dust and rubbish. The grandest and loveliest spec- 
tacle man ever looked upon and knew to be the work of his own 
hands will disappear, in a few months, so completely that, except for 
such scribblements as this I am making now, no trace of it all will 
remain to after-time. The first effect of realizing this fact is one of 
disappointment and regret. The mind shrinks from the thought that 
beauty must perish ; we have little enough of it anyhow. However, 
I have decided that, for my part, I am well content that it should 
vanish. Does not everything vanish ? The Pyramid lasts longer than 
the rainbow, but it will go at last. This beauty of the Fair would 
have no meaning or value for us if our own minds had not brought it 
into being; it is safer there, in our minds, than if it were hewn out of 
the eternal adamant, to endure after the last man had dug himself a grave 
and fallen into it. For it is the assurance that the creative power is 
within us, ready to be called on whenever we choose to give the sum- 
mons ; and it really makes no difference whether this particular em- 
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race or only that of a spring butterfly. On the whole, since it must 
go some time, I would rather it should go promptly and make room for 
something better. Unless History and Religion are false, something 
better is sure to follow. 

What you see here has the rare quality of satisfying your sesthetic 
appetite, — a difficult feat for anything made with hands to do. This, 
you say, is the way you would have done it if it had fallen to you to 
do. Your faculties are soothed, gratified, and uplifted, and you soon 
lose all fear of anything occurring to arrest or shock this pleasing ex- 
altation. The entire scheme of things, in mass and in detail, is har- 
monious and right. You know, without being told, that there is 
nothing more worth looking at anywhere. You are not even oppressed 
by the immensity of the buildings, as sometimes happens in one’s ex- 
perience; because the proportions have been, here, so carefully pre- 
served that one immensity is balanced against another, until the sense 
of avoirdupois, and of feet and inches, ceases to trouble you. All is 
lightness, symmetry, and meaning. The Park itself is so large, and 
the spaces between and surrounding the structures are so generous, that 
you are constantly surprised when some one tells you that this or 
that is so many feet longer or higher or what not than something 
else which has hitherto been unapproached in the world. At the same 
time the impressiveness which belongs to mere mass is not lost : we 
have the exhilaration of being in proximity with things alongside of 
which our stature is microscopic. It is the exhilaration of realizing 
how infinitely our minds transcend our bodies. Those specks upon 
yonder ridge-pole are men ; but the ridge-pole itself is dwarfed by 
your own conception of one loftier yet. The consequence, however, 
of this justness of proportion throughout is, that the spectacle does not 
weary you ; you are less fatigued by contemplating this mighty congre- 
gation and organism of palaces for days at a stretch than you would 
be by bestowing a single glance at, say, the City Hall of Philadelphia. 
The first thing that gets tired is your feet ; and you are not conscious 
even of that until after you have got home at night. Of course there 
are vehicles enough, — that is, to use a frequent allocution here just now, 
of course there will be vehicles enough of all kinds, when the Fair 
opens; but one will be obliged to walk a good deal before he has seen 
all there will be to see; and one cannot properly appreciate the dimen- 
sions and the grandeur unless he measures his way about with his own 
little legs. The only danger or inconvenience to be feared is that of 
subsequent collapse, when you are at leisure to retrace on a map the 
prodigies of pedestrianism you have performed during the day. 

Following the wise advice of Major Handy, the first thing I did 
was to climb up as high as I could get on the top of the Administration 
Building,— a gigantic dome encrusted with gold, which soars aloft no 
matter how many hundred feet skyward, and from its breathless summit 
gives you a prospect over all the domain which you are hereafter to 
traverse and possess. Opposite you, as you face northward, is the broad 
horizon of the lake. Surely no Exposition was ever so fortunate in its 
site as this of 1893. There could be but one conceivable improve- 
ment, and that is, the water of the lake might be salt instead of fresh. 


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But there it is, at all events, — an unbounded breadth of blue, ready to 
receive whatever in the way of boats and shipping it may have pleased 
the Management to have decreed. Between the outer vastness and the 
long rectangular lagoon which extends nearly to our feet is a double 
row of exquisite columns, — a long peristyle, standing on a marble 
terrace, and supporting a sculptured entablature. At the farther ex- 
tremity of the lagoon is the tall statue of the Republic, facing outward to 
welcome the incoming world of visitors. What an enviable experience 
would be his, by the way, who should come upon the World’s Fair for 
the first time by way of the lake, never having heard that such a 
miracle existed ! It is difficult, no doubt, to conceive of so uninformed 
a person, especially when one considers the unparalleled ability with 
which Major Handy has administered his office of Publicity and Promo- 
tion. But supposing some such Rip Van Winkle to exist, and to be 
carried on some accidental raft within sight of the white bastions and 
cloud-like domes of our Exposition, who would not envy him his sensa- 
tions ! What a harmonious rapture of architecture would greet his 
amazed vision ! and instead of dissolving into mist as he approached, it 
would become each moment solider and more ravishing, until at last 
incredulity would give way to ecstasy. Many of the future pilgrims to 
this wonder of the world will catch their first glimpse of it from this 
direction ; but then they will know it at once as a reality, and will 
miss the glorious uncertainty that doubts whether fairy-land be not 
come down again to adorn this work-a-day planet. 

To right and left along the long-drawn margins of the marble- 
encircled lagoon rise the vast palaces which are to contain the triumphs 
of all human industry and art. Each one of them is the most beauti- 
ful of all so long as you contemplate it alone ; but when you turn to 
its neighbor you lose your heart anew. I believe each of these great 
buildings was designed by a different architect, and if so I do not 
know to which the palm should be awarded, but must rather marvel 
that the sum of their efforts should result in a whole so devoid of any 
element of discord. Here is that living symmetry which is free from 
sameness or monotony ; here is unity without repetition, and complete- 
ness without finality. Here are arches that span the flight of imagi- 
nation, and pinnacles topped with shining goddesses, and groups of 
noble statuary seated in stately repose on mountains of aerial masonry. 
Here are domes of such spaciousness and royalty of curve as seem 
to reproduce the firmament and the sweep of sidereal orbits ; and 
columned porticos fit to be the entrances to the habitations of the 
ancient gods. When I went into one of these structures and gazed 
about me, I thought that there was more space enclosed here than could 
be found out-doors. The sensation is a distinct and strange one ; it is 
not to be anticipated or comprehended until experience brings it home 
to you. On the floor of the main building, that of Arts and Manu- 
factures, might stand all the armies which fought in the War of the 
Rebellion. In the space beneath the roof might be piled up the Pyra- 
mid of Cheops and be no more than a feature of the Exhibition. 
Those outrageously tall commercial structures that we have just been 
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be accommodated beneath this dome, with room enough to spare. Or 
you could hide three Crystal Palaces such as that at Sydenham in this 
u i it ^ S1( * e > aud then walk about and criticise them. Why 
should I tell you categorically how long and how high such a place as 
this actually is? It is enough to say that here the unit of length is a 
mile, and the unit of number a million. Another peculiar effect of 
these enormous enclosures is the influence on sound. All manner of 
intolerable noises are uniting their uproar; hammering with a thou- 
sand hammers, banging of boards, clanging of iron girders, shouts of 
men, creaking of pulleys, rattling of windlasses, puffing of steam- 
engines, and I know not what else. But it is all lost in echoes; 
nothing reaches your ears except soft musical notes, soothing and 
agreeable as the whispering of a sea-shell when “it remembers its 
august abodes, and murmurs as the ocean murmurs there.” 

The buildings surrounding the lagoon are destined to hold what- 
ever exhibits are peculiar to no locality, but belong to the human race 
as a whole. Here is the concentration and consummation of all the 
beauty and the wonder. The Park lies lengthwise along the shore of 
the lake ; beyond this central aggregation, far away to the right and 
left, drawn up on either side of endless avenues, are the innumerable 
separate edifices erected by the various states of the nation, and the 
nations of the world. The connecting link, as it were, is supplied by 
the Building of the Fine Arts, and by the Horticultural Building. 
The former, though not the largest, is perhaps the most beautiful of 
all ; indeed, I do not know where on this earth to look for its superior. 
Its proportions, its variety, its simplicity, its delicacy, its strength, the 
marvellous life that inspires it like a soul, and withal its profound 
and satisfying repose, make it a thing to remember and enjoy forever. 
Nor is its site inadequate ; it lies near the banks of the tiny lake 
which contains the Wooded Island, so that it is reflected in the smooth 
surface, and that mysterious charm is added to the rest. As for the 
Horticultural Building, it is dominated by its stupendous dome of glass, 
within which rises a miniature mountain of tropic verdure; while the 
mighty aisles and transepts are filled with such richness and splendor 
of plant and flower as the favored regions of the earth have to show. 
Here is the triumph of nature in the midst of the triumphs of art, 
and, after all is said and done, suffering no whit from the contrast. 

I do not mean to take you far in this direction, however; but 
before turning back we must look at the Woman’s Building, which 
stands hard by. It was designed by a woman, and decorated by one, 
and it is no more than the truth to say of it that it is only less lovely 
than the Sex itself. But it is a mighty pledge, both in itself and in 
what it signifies, of what our helpmeets have risen to be in these latter 
ages. No man can look at it without feeling more respectful towards 
his wife and daughters. We need not concern ourselves about the 
“ rights” of these gentle, potent, and incomprehensible personages ; 
they are on a level with us at that point where we fancied ourselves 
most secure from rivalry ; and, considering the small encouragement 
and facility that have been given them, it obviously lies with them 
how soon they may choose to surpass us. The only criticism that I 


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have to make on their Building is analogous to that which foreign 
critics make on our literature ; they say it is not distinctively American ; 
and I say this structure is not distinctively feminine. I don’t know 
what a distinctively feminine building would look like, any more than I 
know what a distinctively American book should contain ; but I put 
forth the remark in the hope that it may turn out to have something 

in it. ... 

The open air statuary is one of the features of this Exposition ; 
and as we pass back by way of the lagoon, you will notice that the 
twin bridges which cross its right and left branches are guarded at 
either end by the figures of the American grizzly bear, buffalo, and 
panther, which the genius of Edward Kemevs, fortunately enlisted 
for the purpose, has recently completed. They embody perfect fidelity 
to nature in the imperishable transfigurement of art. Kemeys is a 
master, and it would be useless and perhaps impertinent to say more 
in the way of comment upon his creations ; he has his chosen field all 
to himself; and fortunate is the country that is privileged to call him 
her son. 

There is a model of a man-of-war of the most modern pattern on 
the left water-front, built, I believe, of brick and wood, and possibly 
not much less seaworthy than some of the real ones that cost as many 
thousands of dollars as' this cost hundreds. On a promontory in the 
pool is an accurate copy, life-size, of a Spanish monastery of the 
antique type ; and not far from it is a genuine American whaler of 
fifty years ago, such as Herman Melville went hunting Moby Dick in. 
These and the like curiosities, however, are of the museum type ; they 
suggest a glorified curiosity-shop, and inevitably suffer in dignity when 
brought in contrast with the progressive and prophetic feeling which 
runs through all the essential features of this Exposition. We end, 
always, by turning once more to the statuary and the Buildings, and 
finding our deepest contentment there. 

There is still an unexplored realm on the right of the grounds, of 
which I will only tell you that it contains the railroad approaches, and 
the accommodations for the live-stock : also the Forestry Building, 
which is now a gigantic Sculptors’ Studio, filled from end to end of its 
five hundred feet with colossal statues in all stages of incompletion, 
and all “ staff.” Did I speak of the Japanese village on the Wooded 
Island, — a picture on a teacup materialized ? Did you know that from 
seven to fifteen thousand workmen were at work in this Park every 
day? Were you aware that the elevated railroad binds the remotest 
parts of the Exposition together with hooks of steel? Has any one 
informed you of the extraordinary preparations made by the Pennsyl- 
vania Railroad to carry the sixty million expected visitors to and from 
the Fair, and render the journey comfortable? Have you realized 
that upwards of fifty Old-World nations are contributors to this Expo- 
sition, and have sent commissioners hither? 

And now, farewell till after May-Day. May it soon come ! for, as 
I write these words, the most furious blizzard since 1885 has descended 
upon the grounds and buildings, and buried them as beneath geologic 
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distinctness do they appear in the memory! Whenever a noble 
thought, on any subject, finds its way to my mind, I shall behold once 
more, this stately and lovely scene. For it is an incarnation of what- 
ever is lofty and large in thought. 

Julian Hawthorne. 


SAPPHO. 

I N ages as remote from ours as ours are from the Olympiads it is 
permissible to conjecture that the foremost rank in verse will be 
held by that poet of the rXoxontxpoq — the bitterness of things too sweet 
— who loved and lived in the semi-fabulous days of Greece. 

Though twenty-five centuries have gone since then, Sappho is 
unexceeded still. Twice only has she been approached : in the first 
instance by Horace, in the second by Mr. Swinburne. And though it 
be admitted, as is customary among scholars, that Horace is the cor- 
rectest of Latin poets, as Mr. Swinburne is the most faultless of our 
day, Sappho yet remains intangibly aloof. Dante may stir the heart, 
Hugo the spirit, Horace the ear, Swinburne the pulse, but Sappho 
moves heart, ear, pulse, and spirit too. That no hand that ever caught 
the lyre has swept it with a touch as masterful as hers is, I think, 
admitted by all of decorous sense. 

To-day her titles to this recognition are not voluminous. Her 
literary luggage is slight. The greater part has been lost on the way, 
turned into palimpsests or burned in Byzance. To-morrow, next 
year, a century hence, and in the Escorial perhaps, among the dust- 
bins left by some one of those delightful caliphs whose lives were 
poetry and who preserved so much of earlier learning for us, an entire 
edition may be found. Meanwhile, of at least nine books we have but 
two odes and a handful of fragments. Of these fragments some are 
limited to a line, some to a measure, some to a single word : they are 
quotations made by lexicographer and grammarian, either as illustra- 
tions of the .ZEolic dialect or as examples of metre. Without these 
quotations Sappho would be to us as is Linus, a name merely, the 
echo of nothing. 

The odes are addressed, the one to Aphrodite, the other to Anac- 
toria. The first comes to us from Dionysius of Halicarnassus, who 
quotes it as the perfect illustration of perfect verse. The second is 
given by Longinus as an example of the sublime in poetry, — of the 
display, as he puts it, not of one emotion, but of a congress of them. 
Under the collective title of “ Anactoria,” these odes, together with 
many of the fragments, have been moulded by Mr. Swinburne into an 
exquisite and consistent whole. “We in England/' he says, in refer- 
ence to it, “ are compelled as school-boys to construe and repeat Sap- 
pho's incomparable verses, and I at least am grateful for that com- 
pulsion. I had wished that in time I might be competent to translate 
into a baser and later language the divine words which even as a boy 
I could not but recognize as divine. That hope I soon found falla- 


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cious. To translate the two odes and the remaining fragments is the 
one impossible task. The Ode to Anactoria, which in the whole world 
of verse has no companion and no rival but the Ode to Aphrodite, has, 
however, been at least twice translated or rather traduced. Feeling 
that although I might do it better I could not do it well, I abandoned 
the idea of translation, and of the fragments which the Fates and the 
Christians have spared us I tried to write some paraphrase. No one 
can feel the inadequacy of this work more than I do. ‘ That is not 
Sappho/ a friend said to me once. I could only reply, ‘ It is as near 
as I can come ; and no man can come close to her/ ” 

But it is Sappho, — not the metre, indeed, but the mind ; not the 
poem, but the poet. In all the modern world of verse, to paraphrase 
Mr. Swinburne, this poem is unrivalled. To understand it, — for the 
full force and splendor of its beauty is not at a first reading always 
apprehensible, — Sappho herself must be understood. 

Concerning her much has been written and little known. It was 
in Mitylene, in the island of Lesbos, at the time when Nebuchadnezzar 
was chastening the Jews, that she lived and sang. Her countrymen 
gloried in her, a circumstance for which we may be grateful, in that 
they put her features on their coins. The type presented is not of the 
best, though perhaps it may be more exact to say it has nothing in 
common with that form of beauty which Psyche represents. The 
features are those of a handsome boy, earnest yet turbulent, reflective 
and fervid, but they suit her admirably, her verse, her fame. On see- 
ing them for the first time you do not exclaim, “ Can this be Sappho?” 
but rather, “ This is Sappho indeed !” 

From contemporary accounts, Lesbos then must have been a para- 
dise in duodecimo, an island of fair gardens, white temples, blue skies, 
perfumed hours, mellow morns, and languid dusks, — a land where 
religion was more aesthetic than moral, where theologians were poets, 
and where love was too near to nature to know of shame. The one 
worship was beauty. Nowhere, at no time, has emotional aestheticism, 
the love of the lovely, the fervor of individual sentiment, been as spon- 
taneous and as untrammelled in its utterance as in that enchanted isle. 
For later comers there was little left. The Proven§als might turn 
love into literature, the Venetians art into color, and both fancy them- 
selves Greek as they posed. But in the pedantic courts of the Trou- 
badours, as in the sinful anachronisms of Venice, there is not a trace 
of the passion which the Lesbians wove into the very woof of song, 
and wherewith they produced what has been justly regarded as the 
best lyric verse the world has known. 

To this Athens of an earlier day — an Athens with Mitylene for 
Academe — students flocked. A knowledge of geometry, however, we 
may be sure was not exacted before admission could be claimed. 
Some gracious and unpedagogical familiarity with the mirth, magnifi- 
cence, and melancholy which Homer and Hesiod had given in fee may 
have been expected, but otherwise a vibrant sensibility, a receptive 
mind, appreciative eyes, kissable lips, and the sultry girls whom 
Sappho loved to teach found admission easy. For of this society 
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period, says Strabo, has any one been known who for poetry could 
even in the least degree be compared to her. 

Such was her fame, indeed, that it has preserved for us not alone the 
name and attributes of Phaon,— her delinquent lover,— but also the 
names of her pupils, her iraipat as well. Of the latter there were, 
according to Ovid, a hundred and more whom she especially favored. 
Atthis and Gorgo are particularly mentioned by Suidas : as for Anac- 
toria, there is the testimony of the ode. Were conjecture worth any- 
thing in such a matter, it might, from the evidence we possess, be 
permissible to assume that Atthis was superseded by Gorgo, Gorgo by 
Anactoria, and Anactoria by Phaon, while interspersed were any number 
of what the Germans call Nebengefilhle. 

I loved thee once, Atthis, long ago, 

she cries in a famous fragment ; and in another she declares herself 
Of Gorgo full weary. 

But for the purposes of this paper it will be prudent to limit the 
attention to Phaon and Anactoria, who may be regarded as represent- 
ing the extreme poles of her affection. The facts connected with 
Anactoria are familiar to readers of such novels as Sacher-Masoch’s 
“Venus im Polz,” Stadior’s “Brick und Breck,” Wildebrand’s “Fri- 
dolin,” and which, as such, require no further description. The ode 
itself, apart from its perfection, is merely a jealous plaint. Mr. 
Gladstone has translated it, or rather he has got the sense into what 
may be verse, but which bears no resemblance to Sapphic metre. But 
that metre, though surpassingly beautiful, is not easy. Apart from 
Horace and Catullus, Mr. Swinburne is the only one who has succeeded 
with it. Listen : 


All the night sleep came not upon my eyelids, 
Shed not dew, nor shook nor unclosed a feather, 
Yet with lips shut close and with eyes of iron 
Stood and beheld me. 


Then to me so lying awake, a vision 
Came without sleep over the seas and touched me, 
Softly touched mine eyelids and lips, and I too, 
Full of the vision, 


Saw the Lesbians 

singing 

Songs that move the heart of the shaken heaven, 
Songs that break the heart of the earth with pity 
Hearing, to hear them. 


Aside, then, from the metre, the original is serviceable in showing 
the exact trend of Sappho’s fancy, and in addition the fact that her 
love was not always reciprocated. Of this there is ampler evidence in 
the fragments. Some one she reproaches with being 

Fonder of maids than Gello. 


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In another instance she exclaims, — 


Scorn fuller than thou have I nowhere found. 

But even in the absence of such evidence the episode connected 
with Phaon, although of a different order, would seemingly be suffi- 
cient. Such knowledge as we possess of this matter is derived mainly 
from Strabo, from Servius, from Palsephatus, and from an alleged 
letter contained in Ovid’s series of literary forgeries. According to 
these writers, Phaon was a handsome young brute, engaged in the not 
inelegant occupation of ferrying. In what manner he first approached 
Sappho, or whether indeed Sappho did not first approach him, is un- 
certain. Pliny believed that in the exercise of his vocation lie had 
happened on the male root of that mysterious sea-weed which was sup- 
posed to act as a love-charm, and that by means of it he succeeded in 
securing Sappho’s rather volatile heart. However this may be, Phaon 
presently wearied, and to rid himself of Sappho took ship and sailed 
for Sicily, whither, the legend says, she followed, desisting only when 
he flung in her teeth some gibe about Anactoria and the iraipac. In a 
letter which Ovid pretends she then addressed to Phaon she refers to 
this reproach, but whether by way of denial or admission is now, owing 
to different readings of the text, impossible to decide. In some copies 
she says quas (the Lesbians) non sine crimine (reproach) amavi, in 
others, quas hie (in Mitylene) sine crimine amavi. Disregarding the 
fact that the letter itself is an imaginary epistle, the second reading is 
to be preferred, not because it is true, but precisely because it is not. 
Sappho, though a poet, was a woman ; several of her verses contain 
allusions to her honor, her delicacy, and to other attributes particularly 
praised by those who discredit the virtues they pretend to possess. 
And Ovid, who had not written a treatise on the Art of Love for the 
purpose of displaying his ignorance of the subject, was too adroit to 
let his imaginary Sappho admit what the real Sappho would have 
denied. 

Be this as it may, Phaon remained obdurate. Now, there was, and 
still is, a promontory extending from Leucas to the iEgean on which 
stood a temple. A leap from this eminence was locally regarded as a 
cure for love. That leap Sappho took. It cured her of the malady, 
of all others as well. 

Such is the story, or rather such is its outline, one doubly interest- 
ing in that it constitutes the initial historical love-tragedy of the Occi- 
dent, as also by reason of a climax so well befitting the poet of the 
bitterness of things too sweet. For Phaon we care nothing, for Anac- 
toria less, and yet because of the girl who loved them epochs and ages 
have not sufficed to procure them oblivion yet. In those burning 
songs is their immortality, one with which time shall cope in vain. 
Though Sappho pass as Orpheus has into the twilights of myth, though 
her existence be denied, as Homer’s is, those names shall endure, as 
Paris and the Argive Helen endure, immutably in the chronicles of 
love. 

Memories shall mix and metaphors of me, 


APRIL'S AFIELD. 


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Mr. Swinburne makes her say of herself, and then to them, — 

Thou art more than I, 

Though my voice die not till the whole world die. 

The necessary limits of the present paper prevent that abundance 
of citation without which the portent of any poet is left obscure. Those 
whom the subject may interest will find in Wolff’s “ Sapphus,” etc., 
Hamburg, 1733, an exhaustive exposition. More recently Mr. H. T. 
Wharton has produced a correctly uncritical monograph in which many 
hitherto scattered translations and details are united. But of all 
Sappho’s exponents Mr. Swinburne is the best. Her fervor, her 
melody, her sensibility and raptures, he has reproduced so well that 
one might almost believe in the avatar, that her soul was reincarnated 
in him, that he too had beheld 

The light that is 
In her high place in Paphos. 

Edgar Saltus. 


APRIL’S AFIELD . 

A PRIL’S afield, April’s in the air ! 

Almost you may see each hour 
Willows that at dawn were bare, 

Meadows that were brown, 

On which the lengthening mellow day has burned, 

Creep into green before the sun goes down, 

And some black bough, while mortal backs were tuined, 
Swift stolen into flower. 

April’s afield, April’s in the air ! 

Fleeting over Earth’s slow dust, 

Leaving us behind here, where 
Pass and pass the years. 

Soulless as Echo, she can never know 
Our kisses that she hastens, nor our tears. 

Not for us watchers do her blossoms blow ; 

Their day is come : they must. 

April’s afield, April’s in the air ! 

Heavy Winter turns his feet 
Northward with his load of care j 
And on April’s wings 

Unreasoning our human hearts upsoar, 

As hearts have done since they wereFuman things, 

As human hearts shall do for evermore 
When ours forget to beat. 


Owen Wister. 


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THE RELIGION OF U9 2. 

M UCH has been said of late about the piety of Columbus ; some 
of our able orators and essayists are even claiming him as the 
greatest of foreign missionaries, whose ruling passion was the love of 
God and of human souls. But these statements should be taken cum 
multis granis. In estimating any man, we must take account of his 
environment. All of us are, all our ancestors were, creatures of the 
Zeitgeist; and the spirit of 1492 was another thing from that of 1892. 
Great men may be in advance of their age, to their discomfort and our 
profit ; but it seldom happens that any one of them is ahead of his time 
in more than one direction. Poet, apostle, reformer, or discoverer as 
he may be, one favorite cause absorbs his energies and points his 
enthusiasm ; in other matters he is apt to be much like his neighbors. 
Columbus was a geographer, an explorer : in that field he was super- 
eminent, supreme ; apart from that he was a man of the fifteenth cen- 
tury. 

As such (being in no way below the average) he was devout, of 
course. People generally were in those days ; devout in their opinions, 
in their feelings, and in a certain sort of propagandist zeal. It was a 
religious age in its way ; only its religion was not of a kind which we 
can wholly approve. It was intensely orthodox ; when free thought 
ventured to show its green and unaccustomed head, the Inquisition 
attended to its case speedily and effectually. Science was not yet; 
liberty w r as not ; the individual was the serf of two mighty masters, 
Church and State. The spiritual faculties, which now range at will, 
found then but one beaten path. Men thought alike — they had to ; 
on high themes they felt alike — and their emotions were more fervent, 
or at any rate less disciplined, than ours. Apart from politics, warfare, 
and money-making, what was there to care for but the glory of holy 
mother Church, — which was the glory of God, — the suppression of 
nascent heresy, and the conversion of the heathen ? 

Not to care for these great objects was to be less than human. 
People did care for them ; at least they said they did, and it is not for 
us to doubt their sincerity, since they backed their professions with 
deeds, and deeds of a kind which then won general approval, however 
we may criticise them. The Church absorbed more than her share of 
this world’s wealth, and often before her benefactors had ceased to 
enjoy what they made over. Peter Arbues and Torquemada spent 
their time in doing what they considered good deeds — though those 
deeds are otherwise styled now. Cortez and Pizarro were active 
missionaries, after a fashion which is not ours. Philip II., a little 
later, undermined his throne in the persistent effort to defend what he 
supposed to be the best things. To be sure, he had (as we express it) 
the wrong point of view : whenever his troops took a city, he had the 
relics carefully removed from the churches, but allowed the butchering 
and ravishing to go on at will. But the disjecta membra of the canon- 


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ized were then generally regarded as far more important than livinsr 
men and women : the Most Catholic king merely carried an accepted 
principle somewhat further than others did. 

It may be objected that these personages fell short on the score of 
what we call conscience and character; that (excepting the Inquisitors) 
their veracity and chastity were not much in excess of their humanity • 
and that they habitually showed far too little regard for human rights! 
Doubtless ; but they lived in their own age, not in ours ; their con- 
sciences were not the modern article, but that of the fifteenth and six- 
teenth centuries. They attended to what w r as then thought most 
important, and compounded for the sins they were inclined to by dis- 
charging the (supposed) duties most in vogue. Self-restraint, purity, 
honesty, mercy, were the virtues of saints, and possibly of persons in 
lowly private station. What were these humble merits to the huge 
services of kings and conquerors, who could put down heresy with 
sword and fagot, and drive barbarians in crowds to the saving waters 
of baptism? 

It may also be said that the active piety of Cortez and Pizarro — and 
of Columbus too, if we may be pardoned for putting him in such dubious 
company — was subsidiary and incidental to their main purpose, that 
of the explorer and treasure-hunter. Certainly; for motives (unless 
in the rarest moral heroes) are always mixed, never single. Even in 
this age, and much more in that, one might have his right eye fixed on 
the main chance, while the other squinted at recognized altruistic ends. 
Besides, the great discoverer in his degree, and the destroyers of Aztec 
civilization in theirs, only carried out their orders, and met the expec- 
tation and approval of the Most Catholic Court and of the Christian 
world. What were myriads of pagan lives to the extension of the 
Church, or details of misgovernment and rapine to the rapidly enlarged 
boundaries of both worlds, of earth and heaven at once ? 

All this is not to say that the personal piety of Columbus was not 
as much deeper than that of those who followed and profited by his 
precedent as his vocation was loftier than theirs, and his career more 
beneficent and less destructive. But the point is this: the religious 
element in him was secondary, not primary ; it belonged to his time 
more than to himself. It supported his enthusiasm, as it did that of 
many a lesser man in a worse cause ; but — so far as we know — it was not 
the root from which his greatness grew. His trust in a Higher Power, 
as Patron of his schemes and fortunes, was probably not unlike that of 
Elizabeth of England, and Prince Bismarck, and other public charac- 
ters with a mission ; for the rest, his system was the conventional one. 
He long cherished two dreams : one — which he took no pains to carry 
out when the time arrived — to convert the natives of the strange lands 
he should light upon; the other, which still haunted his brain to no 
purpose, for the recovery of the Holy Sepulchre at Jerusalem. 

Why narrow the wide field of divine promptings and human attain- 
ments? “ There are diversities of gifts.” The Discoverer’s glory 
needs no borrowed plumes. To be plain, he was not a saint, not in 
the first place a missionary or philanthropist. But he builded better 
than he knew ; he did as much as Gutenberg or Luther to make pos- 


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sible the new conditions wherein, as from a mountain-top, we look back 
— and down — upon the limited views and lower standards of his time. 
Had he not sailed from Palos in 1492, we might not be able to moral- 
ize on the change which has come since then, and to felicitate ourselves 
that whereas the Christianity of that day looked mainly toward theology 
and ecclesiasticism, that of ours is in its trend chiefly rational and 
practical, ethical and humanitarian. 

Frederic M. Bird. 


TENNYSON. 

H OW beautiful to live as thou didst live! 

How beautiful to die as thou didst die, — 

In moonlight of the night, without a sigh, 

At rest in all the best that love could give ! 

How excellent to bear into old age 

The poet’s ardor and the heart of youth, — 

To keep to the last sleep the vow of truth, 

And leave to lands that grieve a glowing page ! 

How glorious to feel the spirit’s power 
Unbroken by the near approach of death, 

To breathe blest prophecies with failing breath, 
Soul-bound to beauty in that latest hour ! 

How sweet to greet, in final kinship owned, 

The master-spirit to thy dreams so dear, — 

At last from his immortal lips to hear 
The dirge for Imogen, and thee, intoned ! 

How beautiful to live as thou didst live ! 

How beautiful to die as thou didst die, — 

In moonlight of the night, without a sigh, 

At rest in all the best that love could give ! 

Florence Earle Coates. 


MEN OF THE DAY. 


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MEN OF THE BAY. 

TAMES ANTHONY FROUDE, the historian, is a tall, keen-eyed, handsome 

man of singularly genial manner, with a ruddy, clean-shaven face framed 
in close-fitting iron-gray side-whiskers, and looks quite a decade younger than 
his years, which are four-and-seventy. He early jilted the church for literature, 
which he has enriched immeasurably. It is now four-and-thirty years since his 
masterly “ History of England from the Fall of Wolsey to the Defeat of the 
Spanish Armada” made its appearance. As is well known, its most marked 
feature is an elaborate attempt to vindicate the reputation of Henry VIII. 
Perhaps no historical work has ever been the subject of keener controversy; for 
despite his learning, which is great, and his brilliancy, which is greater, Mr. 
Froude lacks altogether the one indispensable quality of the true historian, — 
accuracy ; yet withal he is widely read where Freeman would seem intolerably 
learned and pedantic and Lecky too philosophic to be lively. His pen has 
played upon the English language as none other of this generation has done 
save those of Newman and of Ruskin. His last published work, a biography 
of Disraeli, appeared some two years since. He has known all the literary and 
other celebrities of his day, but he declares that the names of Dickens, Tenny- 
son, and Carlyle will alone stand the test of time. He lives at the most south- 
erly part of England, and is much given to yachting and to abusing the Irish. 

Congressman William Steele Holman, of Indiana, is a high-cheeked, some- 
what stoop-shouldered man, of middling height, with a firm face clean shaven as 
to lip and a sparse goatee and chin beard of iron gray, and acknowledges to 
one-and-seventy years. He is unusually cheery in conversation, and indulges 
in many old-fashioned terms of speech. His voice is pitched in a high key and 
is not over-strong, but his speeches are all extempore and are almost perfect in 
condensation of thought, statement, and argument. He twirls his eyeglasses 
when speaking, and usually carries about with him a good-sized rubber pouch 
filled with tobacco, for he is never without a quid in his mouth. He is a Hoosier 
by birth, and began life as a district school-teacher. His public career com- 
menced just half a century ago, when he became judge of the Court of Probate, 
which position he held for three years. He subsequently became in turn Prose- 
cuting Attorney, a member of the Constitutional Convention of Indiana, a mem- 
ber of the Indiana Legislature, and judge of the Court of Common Pleas. Then 
he was elected to Congress. This was in 1859. He has now served nearly 
twenty-eight years in the Lower House, and disputes the right to the title of 
“ Father of the House” with Congressman O’Neill of Pennsylvania. It was 
Samuel J. Randall who first called him the “ Watch-dog of the Treasury,” a 
nickname which still clings to him. “ To my knowledge,” he said, “ he has 
saved the country in his career in Congress nearly five hundred million dollars.” 

Charles Gounod, the great composer, is a white-haired, stoop-shouldered 
man, with soft smiling blue eyes and a full beard of old gold copiously 
streaked with gray, and is much addicted to a seal-skin cap and a huge fur 
collar. He is somewhat given to posing on occasion, and there is just the 
slightest suspicion of affectation in his manner, which is profoundly sympa- 


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thetic, but this dissolves on acquaintance, and he has a horror of anything cold 
or stiff. He is fond of sandwiching his talk with poetic metaphors, and is alto- 
gether of an intensely religious and sentimental turn of mind. He is now four- 
and-seventy, and lives, like Verdi, in complete seclusion save when composing 
some opera or oratorio, when he hurries to the privacy of an old cathedral 
town and hires a lodging in its very quietest corner, subsequently obtaining 
from the cure an order to work in the cathedral, which permission is never 
refused, so that it is quite a common thing in the churches of Amiens or Rouen 
to see him seated in the centre of the choir, flourishing his arms, or else pacing 
to and fro, occasionally penning notes with frantic haste. Few composers who 
have risen to eminence have had more failures at the outset of their career than 
the author of “ Faust.” It is now four-and-thirty years since this most suc- 
cessful of modern operas took the musical world by storm and placed Gounod 
at the head of operatic composers. This success was more remarkable seeing 
that though Goethe’s masterpiece had been previously set to music almost a 
hundred times, not one of these efforts was considered worthy of the theme. 

Major-General Oliver O. Howard is rising three-and-sixty, and when not 
in uniform dresses after the fashion of a Methodist minister. That is to say, he 
wears a white bow necktie under a black broadcloth coat of clerical cut, the 
right sleeve of which is pinned across his breast with a gold pin, the arm having 
been shot off at the battle of Fair Oaks, June 1, 1862. This did not cure him 
of his bravery, however, for he speedily returned to the army, and was engaged 
at Antietam and Fredericksburg and commanded an army corps at Chancel- 
lorsville and at Gettysburg. He had previously commanded a brigade at the 
battle of Bull Run. He also participated in the actions of Lookout Mountain and 
Missionary Ridge, was present at Resaca, Kenesaw Mountain, and the siege of 
Atlanta, and was with Sherman on his famous “ March to the Sea.” He has 
gained distinction in other fields as well, for he is an LL.D. of Howard Uni- 
versity, of which he was President for four years. He has recently paid a flying 
visit to Europe and turned his attention to literary pursuits. At present, as is 
well known, he commands the Division of the Atlantic. He is a devout be- 
liever in Moody and Sankey. 

Archdeacon Farrar is a ruddy-faced, bald-headed, pleasant-mannered man 
of two-and-sixty, with a fringe of gray hair and a suspicion of side-whisker. 
His father was a Bombay missionary. The son early showed a desire to succeed. 
Having learned all that Cambridge could teach him, he took holy orders, and, 
after holding various minor positions of importance, became head-master of 
Marlborough College. Then he wrote a Life of Christ', thereby earning some- 
thing like ten thousand dollars, as well as some reputation among the orthodox. 
He has since become in turn chaplain to the Queen, canon and archdeacon of 
Westminster, and chaplain to the House of Commons. As a preacher he is 
popular, and he is given to proclaiming some strange doctrines of his own on 
occasion. He declares, among other things, that he does not believe in the 
expected end of the wicked, and he advocates the establishment of a kind of 
monastic order of brethren vowed to poverty and celibacy. Yet withal he has 
a goodly income and is the father of a large family. He is also a good man of 
business and an apostle of temperance. He is quite self-made. 

M. Crofton. 


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BOOKS OF THE MONTH 

Journalism has given birth to sO many Admirable Crichtons 
who know a little of everything, that it is refreshing to 
turn to a writer who has a literary distinction far above 
journalism, and who treats of a single subject with all her 
. . _ heart and mind. The subject in the present case is old Colo- 

nial cities, an untilled field in letters with the fairest promise of a rich harvest 
and the author is Miss Anne Hollingsworth Wharton, who by name, family’ 
and literary predilection is the chosen recorder of the picturesque side of the 
Colonial period. 

It requires the expenditure of a half-dozen generations of men to make 
an atmosphere for the artist. To-day’s events are raw. We cannot exercise 
selection where the elements are so chaotic. Time must creep over them and 
shut out the jarring atoms with its leaves. Thus it is that an artist who goes 
conscientiously to work chooses material far off in place or in time, and thus it 
is that Miss Wharton, a true artist in selection, in sympathy, in feeling for 
character, and in faultless taste, has been led to study the early days of Phila- 
delphia and other Eastern cities. In the by-ways of history she has found 
matter for a group of essays which carry the reader literally Through Colonial 
Doorways and introduce him to the high-bred and delightful society which 
supped and dined, or gossiped over its tea, or flocked to hear the philosophic 
essays of Franklin’s club, or footed the minuet through the merry nights of 
British occupation. Especially in the chapter on the Meschianza, the romantic 
tourney abominated by our Quaker forefathers, but held in life-long remem- 
brance by their daughters, does Miss Wharton show her intimate knowledge of 
Colonial manners, and her power to bring them before us with a lively realism 
which still keeps an unbroken atmosphere of the past. Passages like the fol- 
lowing show in little what the book brings to the reader as a whole: “From 
the windows of some dwellings belonging to Friends, opposed in principle to 
such scenes of gayety and dissipation, eyes, as eager as any, looked upon the 
busy scenes of preparation, like doves from behind imprisoning bars. Sweet 
young Quakeresses, ^-gentle-eyed as the dove and as gentle- voiced, — that gay 
land of enchantment down the river, a seeming Elysium, is not for you ! How 
must they have longed to go, sitting by the fireside like so many Cinderellas, 
watching their happy sisters start off bravely to the ball !” 

Indeed, there is a pervasive charm which lingers on every page of the book, 
and which unifies it into the effect of totality we look for in a novel. And yet 
the essays are all on separate subjects, and carry with them a fund of infor- 
mation about the old towns which will open the eyes of many a well-informed 
native to new aspects and facts worthy of careful study. To outlanders 
and those who have not the happiness to be of the tribe of Penn, Miss Whar- 
ton’s book will bring a pleasure untouched by the personal point of view, but 
the delight will prove none the less keen for that. As a series of essays pure and 
simple, Through Colonial Doorways possesses a beauty which will make it welcome 
to all who love good literature, good taste, and good pictures of interesting 
men and women. 

Vol. LI.— 33 


Through Colonial 
Doorways. By 
Anne Hollings- 
worth Wharton. Il- 
lustrated. 


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The essays are entitled respectively Through Colonial Doorways, The 
Meschianza, New York Balls and Receptions, The American Philosophical 
Society, The Wistar Parties, A Bundle of Old Love-Letters, and Phila- 
delphia Dancing Assemblies. The dainty little volume, just issued by the 
J. B. Lippincott Company in a spring-time garb, is illustrated most aptly with 
designs of an old Colonial flavor that lie between the leaves like forgotten love- 
tokens. 


Perhaps there is no subject of the day so much talked 
about and so little understood as that of money. The press 
teems with alarming notices of the eastward drainage of 
gold, and we feel a vague dread of calamity which is more 
uncomfortable than actual danger. Monetary congresses 
are held, legislatures pass financial laws, banks fail, and 
merchants make and lose fortunes, and yet it is safe to say 
that concerning dollars and cents in the abstract the aver- 
age man, too much engrossed in laying them up in the con- 
crete, is wholly ignorant. 

It is to supply the lack of such information that The History and Theory of 
Money has been prepared, and that the original lectures of which it is the out- 
growth were instituted by the University Extension. What we learn to know 
scientifically we learn to regard without fear. Hence a universal knowledge of 
the laws illustrated in Professor Sherwood’s book would be of untold value in 
decreasing financial panics and in regulating speculation, the besetting sin of 
our time. That practical business men and bankers, represented by Mr. William 
H. Rhawn, President of the Bank of the Republic of Philadelphia, and Mr. 
Joseph Wharton, founder of the Wharton School of Finance and Economy, 
are sponsors for this able treatise, is an endorsement not only of its excellence, 
but of its thoroughly practical nature. Mr. Rhawn has supplied the Introduc- 
tion to the volume, Mr. Wharton’s address at the opening of the course of lec- 
tures is reprinted, and there are also commendatory words from Provost Pepper, 
Hon. William L. Trenholm, late Comptroller of the Currency, Hon. Edward 
S. Lacey, Comptroller of the Currency, Professor Edmund J. James, of the 
Wharton School, and Dr. Charles Hermon Thomas, of the University Exten- 
sion. The discussion by the audience, following each lecture, is especially 
valuable as showing the great need for the circulation of clearer ideas on this 
important subject. 


Th,e History and 
Theory of Money. 
By Sidney Sher- 
wood, Ph.D. XII. 
University Exten- 
sion Lectures. With 
Syllabus and Dis- 
cussion. Under the 
Patronage of the 
Bankers of Phila- 
delphia. 


There is in the possession of a famous man of letters a cer- 
Vai-Maria. A Ro- tain portrait of Poe which has been arranged so that the 
mance of the Time two w j(j e ]y varying characters of the man can be shown in 
Mrf^Law re nee ^is face. A duplicate of either side has been prepared 
Turnbull. which can be adjusted to its appropriate opposite in such 

a manner that the whole countenance becomes the type 
either of the dissolute bohemian or of the noble genius. It is somewhat in this 
manner, though far more subtly, that Mrs. Lawrence Turnbull, in Val-Maria , 
just published by the Lippincotts, has treated the character as well as the face 
of Napoleon. Penetrating by wide and profound reading and by a deep sym- 
pathy with human aspirations into the character of the great Emperor, Mrs. 
Turnbull has striven to tell us what that “all-embracing intellect divorced 


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from the rule of right” might have become and have achieved had it been true 
to the divine instincts which it disregarded and strangled in their young 
growth. 

Should this lead the reader to suppose the book a history rather than a 
romance, which in all respects and vitally it is, it has been misread. The power, 
indeed, to create good history is akin to the gift of weaving romance, for both 
must have their roots in the ground, and knowledge is the mother of both,— 
though they are by no means twins. Val-Maria bears a relation to history only 
on the surface. It is a romance of the most delicate texture, twining itself 
about the life of a little child, son of a nobleman whose lofty nature revolts from 
the Emperor’s legalized crimes. The boy has the soul of an artist, and, as he 
grows up, expends his young strength upon a statue of his ideal Emperor, 
different from yet nobly like the real man. It is the Napoleon of a pure child’s 
heart: what he might have been had the greed of empire not erased his con- 
science. “ The perfect outlines of the face the world knows well had been pre- 
served : the brow, noble with an intellect never surpassed, here showed a further 
grandeur, almost as of a divine prescience; the mouth, beautiful and sweet and 
stern, wore the added grace of love.” 

Such a field is new to fiction, and widens our horizon. The lessons to be 
drawn from character will henceforth stand out more clearly as the great leaders 
are painted thus alluringly for us as they might have been rather than as they 
were. Mrs. Turnbull has taken an entirely novel stand-point, and her book has 
thus, besides its great charm of style and historic atmosphere, the charm of 
novelty which will please the jaded readers of the old, old stories of the day. 
The frontispiece by Kenyon Cox, the letter-press, and the delicate external 
grace of the book are a credit alike to author, to artist, and to publisher. 


There is something about a tranquil old English village, 
“But Men Must w ith its rows of limes, its age-old houses, its dignified but 
Nouchette Carfy 8 * elderly manor, and its Norman church, which appeals to us 
of this work-a-day century with a peculiar charm. Per- 
haps the love of such things is innate ; perhaps it is a remnant of our inherited 
loyalty to Our Old Home ; but, be the instinct what it may, when we meet with 
such a sweet old hamlet, in print or in fact, our hearts warm to it with an 
irresistible attachment. 

It is to such an old village that Rosa Nouchette Carey invites us in “ But 
Men Must Work” With a tender spell which she knows well how to weave she 
wafts us away to Walton and its neighboring Leylands, and we do not break 
through the cosey environment till the last sentence is written : even then the 
place rests in the mind like a pleasant memory of a country-side we have 
actually visited. But it is not landscape alone which one expects to find in Miss 
Carey’s books. She is a mistress of character as well, and when her people 
stand against the background of an inland village they are always at their best. 
In the present case these consist of the narrator of the tale, Miss Osborne, whose 
optimism finds delight even in the duties of a governess ; the Miss Iiillyards, 
who engage her for that office; their mother, an invalid; and Bryan Royston 
and his uncle Calvert; not to omit Miss Trotter, landlady, who is sketched in 
with skilful little touches. All these interesting people take part in concealing 
a mystery from Miss Osborne, which is developed with great skill and not told 
her until the reader’s curiosity has become intense. To reveal any part of it 


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would be a breach of literary ethics, but we may venture to say that the story 
ends, as it should, in full fruition for the suffering borne by two heroic girls. 
This is the latest issue iu Lippincotfs Select Novels Series , and is equal in excel- 
lence to any of its predecessors. 


Mr. Anstey at his best has seldom invented a more fanci- 
a Riddle of Luck. f u i}y real tale than this of Mary E. Stone, just issued by the 
By Mary E. stone. Lippincotts. The Tinted Venus itself was not so absurdly 
possible, and Vice Versa was less seriously humorous. In truth, the easy command 
of a deliciously funny situation has not often been better maintained than in 
A Riddle of Luck, where the mockery is kept perpetually alive by the deadly 
earnestness of the author, who seems to deceive even herself — though a lurking 
twinkle in the eye occasionally betrays her — into believing in her literary ghost. 

Mr. Richard Dartmouth, tramp and litVerateur, is the hero ; Miss Beatrice 
Belvedere, the heroine. Richard enters into possession of a haunted house by 
the wayside, and forms a literary co-partnership with the tenant ghost. The 
result of their united labors with the pen is fame and wealth for Richard. But, 
like all ghostly contracts, the debt must be paid, and the ghost at last demands 
his six months’ right of possession to Richard’s body. This leads to the most 
amusing of situations, wherein Richard’s wife flees from a husband apparently 
grown mad, and carries on the book to a denouement which it would be un- 


charitable to disclose to a reader seeking an evening of unalloyed pleasure. 















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A LETTER FROM MARION HARLAND. 

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A Memorable Occasion— Mrs. A.— “ Do you ever make any errors in 
speech ?” 

Mrs. B.— “ Yes ; I made one a few years ago.” 

Mrs. A. — “ What was it?” 

Mrs. B. — “ I said ‘ yes.’ ” — Van Dorn, in Kate Field's Washington. 

Paper Matches. — A new match is on the tapis at Jonkoping, the inven- 
tion of a Swedish engineer, Fredriksson by name, who has been experimenting 
for several years for the purpose of simplifying the manufacture of matches. 
The idea in his match somewhat reminds one of the rolled-up tape-measure of a 
tailor encased in a metal cover and with only the end projecting. There is a 
metal cover, in which is placed a roll of paraffined paper, intercepted at regular 
intervals, so that small points are formed. On these the igniting substance is 
placed. An end of the paper projects from out of the casing, and on pulling it 
quickly out the substance is ignited against the small steel plate, and one has a 
match, which burns slowly and evenly. The metal cover can, of course, be 
varied in accordance with the different requirements of its use, and when the 
paper roll is finished a new one is inserted. It is claimed for this new kind of 
match that it simplifies the manufacture to a very considerable degree, twenty 
men and eighty boys being able to make a million matches per hour. — Industries. 


Not Available. — A writer in Harper's Magazine says that General 
Donaldson, himself a veteran of the Mexican War, used to tell an anecdote of 
General Zachary Taylor. The incident occurred during hostilities with Mexico, 
and while General Taylor was present at an advanced outpost. 

A Texan scout in the employ of the United States government, a man who 
spoke nothing but Spanish, rode headlong into camp, and, leaping to the 
ground, rushed up to the general, whose uniform showed him to be an officer 
of high rank, and in the most excited manner began to pour forth a torrent of 
Spanish. General Taylor, who knew nothing of any language but English, was 
completely taken aback, and so plainly did his face express his feelings that a 
sentry on duty near by burst into a laugh. Noticing this, the general frowned, 
and called to the sentry, — 

“ Fellow, come here !” 

Trembling for the consequences of his ill-timed mirth, the soldier obeyed. 

“ Fellow,” said the general, “ do you know any one around here who 
speaks Spanish ?” 

“Yes,” replied the abashed soldier, pointing to the scout: “that man 
does.” 

A Useful Dog. — An English clergyman recently officiated for a brother 
clergyman. Being anxious to know what impression he had made, he asked 
the clerk, “Was my discourse pitched in too high a key? I hope I did not 
shoot over the heads of the people.” “ No, you didn’t do that, sir.” “ Was it 
a suitable theme?” asked the clergyman. “Yes, it was about right.” “ Was 
it too long?” “ No, but it was long enough.” “I am glad of that, for, to tell 
you the truth, the other day, as I was getting this sermon ready, my dog 
destroyed four or five pages, and that has made it much shorter.” “ Oh, sir,” 
said the clerk, “could you let our vicar have a pup o’ that ’ere dog ?” — The 
Argonaut. 


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He thought he was still on Land.— An Eastern captain of a coast- 
ing-vessel tells a remarkable story of a u green hand,” an Irishman, whom he 
employed at a pinch : “ When we was under way,” said the captain, “ I had a 
mind to try him on the lookout, after we struck clear water, as he couldn’t tell 
a halyard from a sheet-line. ’Long about dark I stayed on deck, the mate at the 
wheel. Pretty soon he comes aft and says, ‘ There’s something foreninst the 
boat, sorr.’ ‘ What is it?’ I says. 4 I don’t know, sorr,’ says the man. 4 Well, 
go back and find out and report,’ I says then, and back he goes. A few minutes 
and back he comes aft. * I don’t know what it is yet,’ he says, 4 but it’s coming 
this way, and we can find out for sure in a little while.’ ‘ You go for’ard, and 
don’t come back till you know what it is,’ says I, getting mad. He goes up 
again, but is back again in a minute and all smiling. ‘ Well?’ says I. ‘ If you 
please, sorr, I don’t know for sure what it is,’ says he, ‘ but whatever it is, it 
has a red light and a green light, and I think it must be a drug-shtore.’ ”—The 
Argonaut. 

Two Early Grecian Painters’ Contest. — When honor and wealth 
came to Zeuxis, he resolved to paint no more pictures for sale, saying there 
were none rich enough to pay their value. Some he presented to friends, others 
were exhibited to the crowds that paid a fee for the privilege of admiring them. 

When one expressed astonishment that he worked so much more slowly 
than artists of less ability, he replied, prophetically, “ I work for immortality.” 

Parrhasius’s fame at length rivalled that of Zeuxis. But the latter doubted 
not that if their works were submitted to competent judges his own would be 
deemed superior. 

An opportunity was presented. The work of Zeuxis was a child carrying 
a basket of grapes. As the picture was exposed to the view of the judges, some 
birds flew down from a tree and attempted to peck the grapes. The crowd 
enthusiastically applauded, and many were the congratulations extended to 
Zeuxis on his victory. 

Meanwhile, Parrhasius, whose work was concealed under a light, silky 
curtain, seemed not in the least disheartened, in spite of his apparent defeat. 
His calm demeanor annoyed Zeuxis, who demanded of him that he draw aside 
the curtain and exhibit his masterpiece. Parrhasius’s reply was that the 
curtain was his picture. Zeuxis could not be convinced of the truth of this 
statement until he had tried with his own hands to remove it. 

“ Alas ! I am vanquished !” he exclaimed. “ I deceived only the birds, while 
Parrhasius has deceived even me.” 

He never recovered from this defeat, and when friends sought to console 
him with the argument that no ordinary artist could deceive the birds, he 
replied, sadly, that had his picture been a success the figure of the boy would 
have frightened the birds away from the fruit. 

His life terminated in a strange manner, if we may believe tradition. He 
died in a violent fit of laughter produced by surveying a new product of his 
skill, — the caricature of an old woman. — Kate Raymond, in Historia . 

Mr. Potter. — “ Do you not think it is a man’s highest duty to treat woman 
as though she were some rare and priceless bit of Sevres?” 

Miss May Joliker. — “ Why, of course I do!” 

Mr. Potter.— “ Then, dear, I have quite a lot of Sevres : may I add you to 
my collection ?” — Puck. 


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Natural Selection. — There are so many true stories of heroism on the 
battle-field that an occasional incident not quite heroic may be forgiven human 
nature. 

It is said that when a famous French general was obliged to retreat, as he 
and his aide-de-camp were fleeing before the enemy he breathlessly inquired, 
“ Who are the rear-guard ?” 

“ The men that have the poorest horses, general,” replied the aide, who was 
making good use of his spurs. 

A Precocious Doll. — “ Dear me, Mollie 1” said papa, “why are you beat- 
ing your dollie so?” “ ’Tause,” said Mollie, “ she’s naughty. She said two an’ 
two make five, an’ when I told her it was six, she said I didn’t know nuffin’.” — 
Harper's Bazar. 

Sarcasm with a Vengeance. — When Carlyle went to sit to Sir John 
Millais for his portrait, in Millais’s grand new house, he turned on the stairway 
to ask, “ Has paint done all this, Mr. Millais?” and, getting a smiling answer in 
the affirmative, remarked, “ Ah, well, it shows what a number of fools there are 
in the world.” — The Argonaut. 

The Change Effected. — “What’s the card in your pocket, John?” 
asked his wife. 

“ That? Oh, before I went to lunch that was a bill of fare. Now it’s my 
table of contents.” — Life. 

Dimensions for a New Ocean Steamer.— The latest proposed ocean 
greyhound is a sort of steamer catamaran consisting of nine side-wheelers, with 
a total length of fourteen hundred and forty feet and width of three hundred 
and twenty-two feet. Seven engines are to be used as propelling-power, having 
a total of fifty thousand horse-power, driving seven pairs of paddle-wheels of 
fifty-two and fifty-six feet diameter, six and eight feet wide. There will be 
accommodation for four thousand passengers, and the speed is estimated at 
thirty-five knots per hour. 

Not Clever in that Direction. — “ I had to be away from school 
yesterday,” said Tommy. 

“You must bring an excuse,” said the teacher. 

“Who from?” 

“ Your father.” 

“ He ain’t no good at makin’ excuses. Ma catches him every time.” — New 
York Sun. 

More Experienced than the Doctor.— A man of sixty, who had long 
made a practice of changing his doctors on the slightest provocation, not long 
ago called in a young physician who had gained a considerable reputation. He 
was telling this doctor what he thought was the trouble with him, when the 
doctor ventured to disagree with his diagnosis. “ I beg your pardon,” said the 
patient, in a haughty way, “it isn’t for a young physician like you to disagree 
with an old and experienced invalid like me.” And he went out to seek 
another physician. — The Argonaut . 


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Selfishness is so ingrained that the reach of a man’s benefactions, his 
generosities, his charities, his human and humane helpfulness, is rarely beyond 
the orbit of his own domestic circle. His wife, his children, himself these are 
the special objects of his protective care, devotion, and sacrifice. Undei ex- 
isting social conditions he cannot, if he would, further extend his helpfulness 
without some jeopardy to those near and dear. Time may come when his great- 
grandchildren will be as preciously loved, as much the objects of solicitude, as 
his now closest kin, even as a mother’s first-born ; and, again, another time when 
the well-being of all men and of all children will be the weighty concern and 


business of the race. # , 

While speeding this day, and until then, it is a satisfaction to know how 
the selfish, yet righteous, purpose of the individual is crystallized into the most 
superb beneficence of any age, in the form of over six billion dollars of life 
insurance to be surely paid to the widows and orphans of to-morrow, next year, 
and the years to come ! A single impulse for good, one noble aspiration— who 
shall measure or weigh it, or limit it, knowing that its influence is unceasing 
and universal ? Here is the embodiment of a million such impulses unitedly 
active and potential for the amelioration of mankind. 

The agencies, the mediums, through and by which these benefits are acting 
and augmenting day by day are life insurance companies. Not the least of 
these is The Penn Mutual Life Insurance Company, 921-3-5 Chestnut 
Street, Philadelphia. 


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How we Work. — We are about to talk of work. We are a nation of 
workers,— in brain and body. We have no sympathy with the man who 
assumes to be better than the resfbf us because his grandfather worked so hard 
that he can afford to be idle. Do we look up to him? Not much : we regard 
him with indifference. We toil every day, every one of us, and are proud of it. 
The whole American world goes home tired every night, because every day it 
has had something to do. We must remember that as we begin the contempla- 
tion of this theme, — look at it, candidly, through the spectacles of hard work. 
We must have iu view the earning of a livelihood, the profitable conduct of 
a self-sustaining commercial enterprise.— Julius Chambers, in The Weekly 
Journalist. 

The following act was passed some years ago by the Pennsylvania As- 
sembly: “The State-House yard shall be surrounded by a brick wall, and 
remain an open enclosure forever .” — The Green Bag. 

Not in the Cause oi< Advancement. — All large .cities are making 
efforts to do away with telegraph-poles, but even in New York a great many 
still stand disfiguring the side streets, although they haye been removed from 
the principal avenues. In China, on the other haud, there are no telegraph- 
poles, even in the country; but the reason is not that the people are further 
advanced than Americans. Chinamen believe it to be a sacrilege to permit a 
shadow to be cast upon the graves of their ancestors. ‘Cemeteries are very 
thick iu some parts of China ; and one telegraph company, after its poles had 
been repeatedly cut down, learned the reason, and concluded that it would be 
impossible to erect a line that would not cast a shadow on somebody’s grave. 
As a consequence, all the wires were put under ground. — Harper's Young 
People. 

Husband.— “ I remember the time when you said you wouldn’t marry the 
best man on earth.” 

Wife.—- “ Well, I didn’t,”— Truth. 

Algeria.— The French colonization of Algeria has rendered at least one 
great service to the people of that country: it has provided them with roads. 
Half a century ago the “ unwholesome Metidja,” as General Duvivier called 
this great tract of country, was a centre of disease and death, the domain of 
jackals and Arab bandits. Now it is described by M. Burdeau as one of the 
most prosperous parts of Algeria and of the world. Old inhabitants still remem- 
ber the days when they worked with their feet in marshes and in fear of the 
guns of concealed Hadjiouts. Between 1835 and 1841, in the single village of 
Boufarik, thirty-six colonists were killed by the enepay, and thirty-eight were 
carried off, most of whom ended their days in horrible captivity. In 1842, of 
its three hundred inhabitants ninety-two died of pernicious fevers; the sur- 
vivors, when they had managed to store up a few sacks of wheat, went to sell 
them at Algiers. It was, according to this authority, as quoted by Consul 
Playfair, a veritable expedition : there was no trace of roads ; their carts, drawn 
by bullocks, followed hardly passable tracks. There were no bridges; at every 
river, at every ravine, the carts had to be unloaded to enable the empty vehicles 
to be taken over and then reloaded on the other side. Between Blidah and 
Algiers the journey occupied four days .— Boston Daily News. 


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James Quin, the actor, was extremely iudignant at the success of Garrick, 
and retired from the stage. The public missed him, but not to the extent he 
imagined, and he therefore became anxious to return. By way of hinting the 
possibility of such an occurrence, he wrote to Rich, the manager, a note re- 
markable for its brevity : “lam at Bath. Quin.” To this an answer equally 

laconic came back: “Stay there, and be d d. Rich.” But Quin could be 

sarcastic too. One day a young jackanapes said to him, “ What would you give 
to be as young as I am ?” “ In truth, sir, I would submit to be almost as 

foolish,” said the old fellow. — The Argonaut. 


The Opal. — There are three varieties of this famous gem. Ranking first 
comes the Oriental; as second in value, the fire; and, lastly, the common opal. 
The affection for this precious treasure, as expressed by the ancients, can hardly 
be believed. Nonnius, a Roman Senator, absolutely preferred exile to parting 
with a brilliant opal of the size of a filbert, which was earnestly coveted by 
Mark Antony. An opal ranking as third among the finest in the world is 
described as having three longitudinal bands of the harlequin kind, from the 
uppermost of which rose perpendicularly the most resplendent flames. It 
measured nine inches by six. 

In the last century a very round and brilliant opal was the property of the 
amateur Fleury. Another, said to be fascinatingly vivid, was owned by a noted 
French financier. These two were regarded as marvels of beauty among gems. 
On account of the thousand fissures of the stone, engraving is always difficult, 
and often impossible. A head of Sappho engraved upon a “ presumable opal,” 
an antique, has been highly valued and carefully studied by experts in gem 
lore. It is catalogued, so we read, among the treasures of a princely house. — 
Harper’s Bazar. 

There are produced in this country about seven million barrels of salt of 
two hundred and eighty pounds each, worth at the works five million dollars. 
Nearly one-half of this is produced in the State of Michigan from immense beds 
of rock-salt lying under Lake Huron, extending all the way across into Canada. 


He went to Scoff. — A rural New Jersey member who had announced 
in the House that the wants and sufferings of the insane of the State “ were all 
humbug,” went to her parlor to silence her with his arguments, but was con- 
strained by her gentle force to listen to hers. At the end of an hour and a half 
he moved into the middle of the room, and thus delivered himself: “Ma’am, I 
bid you good-night. I do not want, for my part, to hear anything more ; the 
others can stay if they want to, I am convinced ; you’ve conquered me out and 
out; I shall vote for the hospital. If you’ll come to the House and talk there 
as you’ve done here, no man that isn’t a brute can stand you ; and so, when a 
man’s convinced, that’s enough. The Lord bless you!” Thereupon he took 
his departure. — From a sketch of Dorothea Dix , in The Century. 

Mrs. Snooper.— “ I wonder if it is true, as Dr. Jacob says, that the baby 
of to-day has a better chance of life than the baby of fifty years ago ?” 

Snooper.— “ Certainly it is. The baby of fifty years ago is half a century 
old now.” — Free Press. 


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Suicidal Item. — A. Dusenbury, who is disgusted with life, resolves to get 
out of it. He calls his servant : 

“ John, I am going to throw myself out of the window.” 

“Very well, sir,” replies the servant as he withdraws. 

The door-bell rings. A friend enters : 

“ Is Mr. Dusenbury at home ?” 

“ He has just gone out, sir. I am surprised that you did not meet him on 
the street.” — Texas Siftings. 

At the end of one of Lord Palmerston’s speeches a butcher called out, 
“ Lord Palmerston, will you give me a plain answer to a plain question ?” 
After a slight pause, Lord Palmerston replied, “I will.” The butcher then 
asked, “ Will you or will you not support this measure ?” — a Radical bill. Lord 

Palmerston hesitated, and then, with a twinkle in his eye, replied, “ I will ” 

Then he stopped. Immediately the Radicals cheered tremendously. “ Not” 
— continued his lordship. (Loud Conservative cheers.) When these ceased, 
Lord Palmerston finished his sentence — “ tell you.” Then he immediately 
retired. — The Argonaut. 

It is said that a larger cave than the Mammoth Cave, situated in the 
Ozark Mountains, near Galena, Missouri, has been explored for a distance of 
more than thirty miles. In it have been found bones of recent and prehistoric 
animals, including the hyena and cave bear, and flint arrow-heads, but no bones 
of man. A few animals of the usual forms found in caves are still living there, 
including a white newt. 

Important Medical Information.— “ Doctor, what causes so much 
pneumonia just now?” asked McGinnis of Dr. Fitzgerald. 

“ The principal cause of pneumonia is getting the feet wet,” replied Mr. 
Fitzgerald. 

“ Sure of that, are you ?” 

" I haven’t the slightest doubt on the subject.” 

“ You haven’t, eh ? Well, doctor, let me ask you a question ?” 

“ Certainly.” 

u Do dogs have pneumonia?” 

“ Never that I heard of.” 

“ Dogs get their feet wet, don’t they ?” 

“ Of course.” 

“ And a dog has four feet to a man’s two, and he gets all four feet wet, and 
yet he never has pneumonia, but nevertheless pneumonia is caused by wet feet. 
Well, I must be going. Good-morning, doctor.” — Texas Siftings. 

An Alibi.— Fitznoodle was out again, worrying the life out of the ducks 
with his shot-gun. He blazed away at some ducks, and an unseen man on the 
other side of the pond rose up threateningly with a long gun and called out, 
“ Did you shoot at me?” 

“ Did any of the shot hit you?” inquired Fitznoodle. 

“ Yes, they did,” said the man, rubbing his legs. 

“ Then you can be certain I didn’t shoot at you. I never hit anything I 
fire at.” — Texas Siftings. 



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Besieged by a Fox-Hound. — The bull-dog is generally supposed to have 
greater tenacity of purpose than any other animal ; but the championship has 
recently been won by Yankee, a fox-hound belonging to a farmer named Willis 
W. Parke, who lives at Cranberry Creek, Pennsylvania. This dog recently 
started after a fox on his own account. He was heard baying in the hills on 
Monday adorning, but didn’t return that afternoon nor evening, and after dinner 
on Tuesday his owner started out to look for him. Yankee was found, late in 
the afternoon, lying close to a hole in a rocky ledge, where a fox evidently had 
run to cover. He begged so hard to be permitted to stay that his master 
decided not to force him to go home, but went, instead, for a jug of spring- water 
and a basin of meat. Yankee drank two quarts of water, and then ate as if he 
had been fasting for a week, but never forgot to keep one eye on the ledge. 
Wednesday morning Mr. Parke carried more meat and water to Yankee, and 
endeavored to coax him to come home. But the dog showed very plainly that 
he wanted to stay, and the siege was continued Thursday and Friday, Mr. 
Parke supplying food to Yankee. On Saturday morning the hound had not 
returned, and his owner started for him, this time with a leash and a whip, 
determined to raise the siege; but when he reached the ledge, Yankee had dis- 
appeared. He saw Mr. Parke before Mr. Parke saw him, and barked. There 
he stood, in some bushes several rods away, with his paws on a dead fox. The 
garrison had been starved out and the siege raised. — Harper's Young People, j 

Japan’s Coal Deposits. — The belief that there are vast deposits of coal 
in the Japanese empire is confirmed by the report of the English consul-general 
to that country, who locates the deposit in the Yezo districts after careful 
examination. Their extent is said to be only one-third less than those of Great 
Britain, or, in other words, about 150,000,000,000 tons. As an immediate 
source of supply it may not prove of much account, but the time may come 
when it will have to be more heavily drawn upon. 

Peanuts. — In old times, before reaping-machines came into existence, 
large quantities of grain were left on the land, which came to be, by a sort of 
unwritten law, the property of the gleaners. The well-known story of Ruth, 
the gleaner, is an illustration of the old practice. Since the advent of the 
mowing-machine everything is cleaned up so completely that the gleaner has 
no chance, and so rapidly has the gleaner disappeared from the grain-fields that 
at the present time the younger generation scarcely understands the meaning 
of the word. In some other crops, however, the practice is still existent ; and 
this is especially true of the peanut. There seems to be very little in a pint of 
peanuts, but the consumption over the whole country is so enormous that over 
three million of bushels are produced in a single season in the countries where 
they grow. North Carolina, Virginia, and Tennessee are the chief States where 
most of them are produced : grain and peanuts, indeed, are the established 
crops in the agriculture of these States. The peanut is a member of the 
leguminous family, and the pods, or legumes, after being produced, are thrust 
by the plant into the ground. Numbers of them are left in after digging, and 
not only do children and some grown people reap a fair harvest from the glean- 
ings, but all kinds of animals profit by what is left behind. It is said that dogs 
will hunt after and be among the gleaners in search for abandoned peanuts. — 
Meehan's Monthly. 


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A Good Shot. — “ I never shot a bird in my life,” said a friend to an Irish- 
man, who replied, — 

“ I never shot anything in the shape of a bird but a squirrel, which I killed 
with a stone, that fell into the river and got drowned.” — Texas Siftings. 

Couldn’t Understand It. — There are many people in this city, as well 
as elsewhere, who, like Mr. Tulliver in “ The Mill on the Floss,” find the world 
too much for them. A man said to me recently, — 

“ The Orient is the east, isn’t it?” 

“ Yes.” 

“ And the Occident the west?” 

“ Certainly.” 

“Yet China, which is farther west than this State, is the Orient, while 
California is the Occident.” — The Wasp. 

The Land of “ Lorna Doone.” — To Devonshire it belonged for a prose 
poet to enshrine fair Lorna Doone and “girt Jan Ridd” on a monument “cere 
j perennius ” and on panels of the panoply to chronicle the dare-devil deeds of 
bold Tom Faggus and the vile acts of those flowers of the flock of villany, 
the “ bloody Doones of Badgery.” 

Nor has nature been less benevolent than fame, but rather more lavish in 
her bounty. From the sylvan sweetness of the South Hams (vying with Monte 
Carlo in Torquay, and in Dartmouth rivalling Nice) to the gray granite tors and 
wild waste stretches of the North Shore, the land forms, as it were, one sweet 
encyclopaedia of diversified scenery, withal of surpassing loveliness. 

Though its Dan (by Dunkery Beacon) be but seventy short miles from the 
Beersheba of the South Hams shore, in that brief space are crowded scenes 
which surpass, and views and vistas which vie with, the fairest spots of Con- 
tinental scenery. 

From the rugged grandeur of its rocky shore, the russet, heather-scented 
reaches of its moorland wild, ever will the North Shore be the happy hunting- 
ground of the artist, the lover of scenery, and that “ Devonshire locust,” the 
summer tourist. — Fetters Southern Magazine. 

“ Puppy !” exclaimed Johnson, as he contemptuously threw aside the Rev. 
Dr. Harwood’s “ Liberal Translation of the New Testament.” He had discovered 
that the translator had turned “ Jesus wept” into “ The Saviour of the world 
burst into a flood of tears.” — The Argonaut. 

The Future of War. — When science eliminates all chance of preserving 
life on the battle-field, man’s courage will give out. Men will not go out to 
fight ^earthquakes. To-day warfare is even more terrible than it was at the 
time of the battle of Sedan. Smokeless powder has been invented, noiseless 
powder has been spoken of, and rifles are now in use which can kill at a mile and 
a half. . . . Looking into the future, may we not think that the day will come 
when not even the old enthusiasm will suffice to induce nations to engage in war ? 
What will happen it seems difficult even to conjecture. All we may say with 
certainty is that the law, Devour or thou shalt be devoured, will remain the 
supreme law of life, even when the cannon’s mouth is closed forever. — George 
Moore, in The Fortnightly Review. 


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A prize of one hundred dollars is offered to photographers who will supply 
illustrations of our bad roads. Particulars may be had from Isaac B. Potter, 
Manager, Potter Building, New York City. 

The Rag-Pickers of Paris. — The wealth of Paris is so boundless that 
the rubbish and refuse of the city are worth millions. There are more than 
fifty thousand persons who earn a living by picking up what others throw away. 
Twenty thousand women and children exist by sifting and sorting the gather- 
ings of the pickers, who collect every day in the year about twelve hundred tons 
of merchandise, which they sell to the wholesale rag-dealers for some seventy 
thousand francs. At night you see men with baskets strapped on their backs, 
a lantern in one hand, and in the other a stick with an iron hook on the end. 
They walk along rapidly, their eyes fixed on the ground, over which the lantern 
flings a sheet of light, and whatever they find in the way of paper, rags, bones, 
grease, metal, etc., they stow away in their baskets. In the morning, in front 
of each house, you see men, women, and children sifting the dust-bins before 
they are emptied into the scavengers’ carts. At various hours of the day you 
may remark isolated rag-pickers, who seem to work with less method than the 
others and with a more independent air. The night-pickers are generally 
novices, — men who, having been thrown out of work, are obliged to hunt for 
their living like the wild beasts. The morning pickers are experienced and 
regular workers, who pay for the privilege of sifting the dust-bins of a certain 
number of houses and of trading with the results. The rest, the majority, are 
the coureurs, the runners, who exercise their profession freely and without con- 
trol, working when they please and loafing when they please. They are the 
philosophers and adventurers of the profession, and their chief object is to enjoy 
life and meditate upon its problems. — Theodore Child, in Harper's Magazine. 

Translation by Telegraph.— One of the partners in a New York prod- 
uce-house went on a business-trip through the South recently, returning to 
receive a reception from his fellow-brokers which amazed him by its boisterous 
cordiality. What puzzled him most was the number of inquiries as to his re- 
turn trip and the joyousness of it. He got an explanation when he saw his last 
telegram from the South, which he had sent just before starting North. He 
wrote, “ Letters on trip. Coming home. Successful ; tank cars.” But the 
operators made it read, “ Let her rip. Coming home successfully in a tank car.” 

Sir Walter Scott’s Dogs. — Our Animal Friends tells this anecdote: 
“Sir Walter Scott once told a visitor that two hounds which were lying before 
the fire understood every word he said. The friend seeming incredulous, the 
novelist, to prove his statement, picked up a book and began to read aloud, 
‘ I have two lazy, good-for-nothing dogs who lie by the fire and sleep and let 
the cattle ruin my garden.’ 

“ The dogs raised their heads, listened, and then ran from the room, but, 
finding the garden empty, soon returned to the hearth-rug. Sir Walter again 
read the story, with like result; but once more the dogs came back disappointed. 
Instead of rushing from the room when their master commenced reading the 
third time, both hounds came and looked up into his face, whined, and wagged 
their tails, as if to say, ‘ You have made game of us twice, but you can’t do it 
again.’ ” 


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The Grand Medal already awarded to the Anheuser-Busch Brewing 
Association by the selection of its beer for the World’s Fair. Competitors dis- 
tanced. 

(From Post Dispatch , January 13, 1893.) 

Honor upon honor, each time with added glory, seems to be the grand for- 
tune of the city of St. Louis. Another chapter is to be appended to its brilliant 
record, for now the gratifying information comes that the famous Anheuser- 
Busch beer will hold the post of honor at the World’s Fair, it having been 
decreed so this week. The edict is by authority of the Fair directors, and the 
same has been communicated to President Adolphus Busch, of the Brewing 
Association, through President Ernest Sadler of the Columbian Casino Restau- 
rant at the World’s Fair grounds. Not only is this beer selected as against 
competition from Milwaukee, Toledo, St. Louis, New York, Chicago, and else- 
where, but the endorsement of superior quality is supplemented in a very 
substantial way by an agreement to pay two dollars a barrel more for the An- 
heuser-Busch beer than for the next highest priced beer competing. Such a 
recognition, although expected by Mr. Busch, must awaken the world’s readers 
to the oft-repeated fact that St. Louis has the best brewer and the best beer ; 
and it must further appear, by the two dollars excess price allowed, that all 
competitors of the Auheuser-Busch Company have been distanced. The 
official letter of notification is a merited recognition of the famous beverage. It 
says, — 

“ In placing this contract we prefer that a deal be made with the Anheuser- 
Busch Brewing Association. It is the intention of the company to make the 
Casino the most complete, most perfect, and the highest-grade restaurant ever 
operated on this continent. For this reason the beer of the Anheuser-Busch 
Company is preferred.” 

It is with well-earned pride that the Anheuser-Busch people can refer to 
their lofty business position in this contest : theirs was a battle of quality, not 
quality and price, nor of price alone. Upon the quality of their beer they 
would win or lose, and merit won. The official contract papers have arrived for 
signature, and accompanying them is the letter of notification from which the 
above quotation is made. 

Marriages of Convenience. — Sioux parents of a marriageable daughter 
use a good deal of diplomacy in disposing of her hand in marriage. They are 
always ambitious to find a husband who has considerable wealth, for, according 
to tribal law, they are entitled to a certain portion of the possessions of the son- 
in-law. It sometimes happens that the hand of the same maiden is sought by 
several braves. When this is the case, the will of the father rises superior to 
that of the daughter, and she is compelled to consider his choice, which he does 
not make until he has excited a lively bidding among them for his daughter’s 
favors. Needless to say, she usually goes to the man who has the greatest 
amount of property to share with her father. — Thomas Holmes, in Kate Field's 
Washington. 

Stephen A. Douglas on one occasion was able to give utterance to an 
historical retort. After some one had been assailing him in the Senate by the 
most severe personal denunciation, Douglas arose in his seat and said, “ What 
no gentleman should say, no gentleman need answer .” — The Argonaut. 


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Guyot Suspenders. — Among the most attractive exhibits in the French 
section of the World’s Columbian Exposition will be the magnificent display 
of Genuine Guyot Suspenders. 

They are certainly the most natural, healthful, and also popular appendage 
at present known to the masculine community for trousers. They are not only 
the most durable, but they are the lightest, the easiest of adjustment, and the 
only hygienic suspender now made. 

There are many imitations, but they always lack the qualities of the Genu- 
ine, and, in order to be certain of getting the Genuine, a label has been placed 
upon every pair of Genuine Guyots, so that the buyer can be sure of what he 
is purchasing. 

It is gradually becoming more and more customary for every gentleman to 
have each pair of trousers supplied with a pair of Genuine Guyot Suspenders, 
so as to avoid loss of time in changing the suspenders when changing the 
trousers. 

They tell a story of a drowned man who was fished out of the East River 
a short time ago. There was nothing on his body by which to identify him, but 
he wore a pair of Genuine Guyot Suspenders, by which it was rightly judged 
at the coroner’s inquest that he moved in the higher walks of life. 

It is also said that many ladies who wish to keep their husbands constantly 
in good humor keep a good supply of Guyots always on hand. 

Over one million pair of Genuine Guyots were sold last year. 



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Pin-Money. — Pins were introduced into England by Catherine, first wife 
of Henry VIII. They were not, however, the well-known small pointed in- 
struments such as we use, but were made of gold, silver, ivory, and brass, many 
of them weighing as much as six or eight ounces. Such pins as those were 
worn in the hair and used on different parts of the clothing to fasten folds or 
drapery, and were quite ornamental. The Spanish manufacturers were per- 
mitted to sell their pins only during the Christmas holidays, and in that way 
gentlemen began to give the ladies of their respective families money at Christ- 
mas-time with which to buy pins. At first they were very expensive, costing 
as much as we now have to pay for a valuable piece of jewelry. However, 
after pins had become common and cheap, gentlemen continued the practice 
of giving their wives, daughters, and sisters money to buy pins; in that way 
the term “ pin-money” originated, and it is now applied to an allowance made 
to a lady to buy any small articles she may need or desire. — Harper's Young 
People. 

Two Great Musicians. — A charming little incident which connects the 
two wonderful and greatly- beloved musicians Mendelssohn and Jenny Lind is 
told by Elise Polko in her “ Erinnerungen an Mendelssohn.” 

It was after a grand concert in Leipsic, at which both artists had taken the 
audience by storm, that Mendelssohn made his first appearance as an orator. 
The directors of the Gewandhaus gave a torchlight serenade in honor of the 
famous singer, and so many people thronged into the garden of the Brockhaus, 
where Jenny Lind was at the time, that it was crowded to overflowing. 

The ovation was so wildly enthusiastic that it bewildered the “ Swedish 
Nightingale,” who turned to Mendelssohn and asked what she should do to 
satisfy the crowd of people who had thronged to serenade and do her homage. 

“ You must go down and say a few words to make them happy,” prompted 
Mendelssohn. 

“ Good,” she replied, after a minute’s hesitation. “ I will go to them, but 
you must lead me, and speak in my place.” 

Mendelssohn presented his arm, and they went down and out into the crowd 
of artists and admirers in the garden. The appearance of these two together 
raised a perfect tempest of applause. When Mendelssohn could at last make 
himself heard he spoke. 

“ My dear friends,” said he, “ you must not think for a moment that I am 
now Mendelssohn; I am Miss Jenny Lind, and I thank you heartily for this 
delightful surprise. 

“ After, however, taking to myself the honor of this splendid personality, I 
will now return to my former self, the Leipsic music-director, and cry with you 
all, ‘Long live Jenny Lind !’ ” 

A thousand-voiced echo followed the cry. Even though the singer pro- 
tested against the manner in which he had performed the task she had intrusted 
to him, she was moved by the beauty and grace of his little speech, and accom- 
panied by the strains of Mendelssohn’s “ Wood Song” the pair left the place 
together. 

He Knew She Suffered.— “ My wife is very sick, doctor.” 

“ Is she suffering much ?” 

“Suffering? Well, I should say so. Why, she has such a cold she can’t 
talk 1 "—Life. 


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Managing Editor. — “ Have you written that bunch of funny paragraphs, 
Mr. Sadman?” Subordinate.— “ Not yet. I can’t think of anything.” Man- 
aging Editor.— “ Then write an editorial on ‘The Decline of American Humor:* 
you’ve got to earn your salary somehow !” — Puck. 




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Slight Difference. — A gentleman riding through one of the pine wastes 
so common in middle Georgia some years ago overtook a young man whose sack 
of corn under him on the farm-horse he rode gave evidence that he was bound 
for the grist-mill. 

Some conversation between the two developed the fact that the young man 
was the son of the author of a popular almanac. 

The gentleman asked the young man jocosely, “ And do you ever make cal- 
culations upon the weather, like those for which your father is so celebrated ?” 

“ Oh, yes,” he replied, readily. 

“ And how do your calculations agree with your father’s ?” inquired the 
gentleman. 

“Very well indeed,” replied the young man. “We are never more than 
one day apart in our reckoning.” 

“Why, that is wonderful, certainly!” exclaimed the gentleman. “Only 
one day’s difference?” 

“Yes,” said he, with a twinkle in his eye; “he can always tell the day 
before when it is going to rain, and I can always tell the day afterwards 1” — 
Youth’s Companion . 

The Apology Served. — A pert young Scotch advocate, whose case had 
gone against him, had the temerity to exclaim that “he was much astonished 
at such a decision,” whereupon the court was about to commit him to jail, when 
John Scott, afterwards Lord Eldon, the counsel on the other side, interfered in 
his favor : “ My lords, my learned friend is young ; if he had known your lord- 
ships as long as I have done, he would not have expressed astonishment at any 
decision of your lordships,” — an apology which seemed to satisfy the court. — 
The Argonaut. 

A Last Eesort. — “ Mamma,” cried little Dorothy, as they walked by the 
drug-store, “ I’m so thirsty. Can I have a drink of soda-water ?” 

Mamma declared it was too late in the day. 

“Well, then, a glass of lemonade?” 

Again mamma refused. 

“Oh, dear!” said Dorothy, “it’s too bad! I s’pose I’ll jus’ have to take 
plain raw water.” —Kate Field’s Washington. 


General Gordon’s Simplicity. — Just before “ Chinese” Gordon started 
on his fatal mission to the Soudan he was interviewed by Mr. William T. Stead, 
at that time editor of the Pall Mall Gazette. Some of the details of this inter- 
view, as related recently to an American interviewer, give an interesting glimpse 
of General Gordon’s simplicity and lack of ostentation. When the editor rang 
the bell of Gordon’s house, the door opened, and a little fellow whom the visitor 
mistook for the butler ushered him in, helped him off with his overcoat, and 
hung up his hat. “ I asked him if General Gordon was in,” says Mr. Stead, 
“and he replied that he was, and motioned me to go into the next room. I 
went in, and the little man followed me. I took a seat, and asked the little man 
to tell General Gordon that Mr. Stead was there and would like to see him, 
whereupon the little man said, ‘ I am General Gordon,’ and, reaching me his 
hand, took a chair and sat down beside me.” 


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Help to Humility. — An exchange quotes a philosopher as saying that a 
man is, after all, of no very great account. There are three important times 
in his life, — when he is born, when he marries, and when he dies. But even 
then his personal importance is overshadowed by the curiosity to know whether 
he is a boy or a girl, what the bride wore, and how much he left in his will. 


Rogers, the poet, won a reputation for caustic speech ; but he had a great 
distaste for the “ small beer” of personal gossip. “ I wonder how the Blanks 
are able to keep a carriage,” a lady once said to him, in his own house, and 
the poet at once turned to a servant to say, “ Go to Blank Square with Mrs. 
Proctor’s and my compliments, and ask how the family contrive to pay for their 
carriage .” — The Argonaut. 

Where Authorities Differed. — The reading-class was standing in a 
stiff row upon the floor of an Indiana school-house, and a bright little fellow 
was drawling a paragraph about a Roman massacre. 

The president of the school-board was present on his regular tour of in- 
spection, and he pompously requested that the boy “ read that verse again.” 

The “ verse” was read again. 

“ Ah ! hm !” said the great man, in a loud voice. “ Why do you pronounce 
that word massa-ker?” 

The boy was silent. 

“ It should be pronounced massa-kre,” continued the great man, with a 
patronizing smile. 

The boy remained quiet, but the teacher finally spoke : 

“ Pardon me, sir,” she said, “ but the fault is mine if the word was mispro- 
nounced. I have taught the class to pronounce it ‘ massa-ker/ ” 

“ But why ?” insisted the great man, as a look of surprise was followed by 
a look of pain upon his benign features. 

“I believe that Webster favors that pronunciation,” said the teacher, 
meekly. 

“ Impossible,” said the great man. 

The dictionary was brought, and the president of the school-board turned 
over its leaves until he found the word. There was a breathless silence as he 
looked up. 

“I am astonished, madam,” he said at last, “that Daniel Webster should 
have made such a mistake as that.” — Harper's Young People. 


The Walnut Tower will be one of the features of the display at the 
great World’s Fair Exposition at Chicago. It will be octagonal in shape, ten 
feet square at the base, and twenty-four feet in height. It will be entirely 
filled with walnuts furnished by the association, and will be surmounted by 
an enormous walnut of wood. 


Father (wishing to impress the lesson). — “Now, my son, tell me why I 
punished you.” 

Son. — “That’s it! — you’ve pounded the life out of me, an’ now you don’t 
know what you done it for!” — The Wasp. 


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S TREETS are being laid off in St. Louis on what may be termed a wholesale 
plan, in consequence of the great demand for new residence houses, and 
advantage is being taken of the opportunity to make some of the new streets 
boulevards of the most attractive character. An act was passed by the Legisla- 
ture two years ago authorizing the city of St. Louis to construct boulevards, to 
assess adjacent property for cost of construction and maintenance, and to keep 
heavy traffic off the boulevards when completed. Even while the boulevard 
measure was under discussion, plans were being perfected for constructing forty 
or fifty miles of streets on the new plan, and since that time great progress and 
success have been made and achieved. 

The Lindell Boulevard in St. Louis was laid out and constructed before 
the passage of the act, the provisions of which will, however, greatly reduce 
the cost of keeping its excellent surface in good repair. The boulevard runs 
from the old city limits at Grand Avenue out to Forest Park, one of the 
largest recreation-grounds in America, and it affords a splendid driveway for 
vehicles. The first approach of spring is heralded with delight by lovers of 
carriage-exercise, and on sunshiny afternoons the boulevard is crowded with 
fashionable equipages and fast-travelling horses. Under the new plan boule- 
vards will be constructed both north and south and east and west, and some 
lovely drives will be made possible. They will vary in width from eighty to 
two hundred feet, and in length from two to ten miles, for St. Louis has high 
ideas in regard to its boulevards as well as its commerce and manufactures. 

The boulevard as now in course of construction embraces a number of new 
features which commend themselves to the notice of all lovers of the beautiful. 
The driveway itself is constructed either of asphalt or of the best quality of 
Telford, with a wide sidewalk of smooth granitoid for the use of pedestrians. 
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with a number of elegant shade-trees, rendering the effect very unique and 
insuring a shaded sidewalk at almost any period of the day. The width of 
this stretch of green varies from ten to twenty feet, according to the width of 
the boulevard itself. 

From the centre of St. Louis there run in all directions rapid-transit street- 
railways, a great majority operated by electricity, and for a time it was feared 
that the conflicting interests between these railroads and the boulevards would 
mar the success of the latter. But a plan has been perfected which renders the 
difficulty null and void. As far as possible, street-railroads will be kept off the 
boulevards, but in cases where this is impossible the street-car tracks will be 
laid in the exact centre of the street, and the miniature parks already referred 
to will be laid out close to the tracks instead of at the edge of the sidewalks. 
As a result, the street-cars will be separated entirely from the vehicle traffic, 
and the tracks will have on each side of them a suitable driveway along which 
carriages can travel without being interfered with by the cars. In the opinion 
of many this boulevard plan is the better of the two, and some of the most 
popular private places in St. Louis are laid out very much on this device, a 
small park being maintained in the centre of what w r ould otherwise be the 
street. 

All the streets and alleys in St. Louis are already lighted by electricity, 
and it is hence superfluous to state that the new boulevards will be thoroughly 
lighted in a similar manner. In addition they will be sprinkled very thoroughly 
several times a day during the summer season under the plan which is the 
peculiar property of St. Louis. That prosperous city has done away entirely 
with the private-sprinkling nuisance. Formerly each property-owner made the 
best terms he could with a sprinkling contractor, and, when the owners on an 
entire block acted in unison, fair results were maintained, although the expense 
was sometimes a trifle alarming. Now, however, all the streets are sprinkled 
by municipal contract at a cost to the property-holders of less than four cents 
per front foot per year. This uniform sprinkling will assist materially in keep- 
ing the new boulevards in a thorough state of repair, and will make driving a 
pleasure without any of the usual drawbacks. 

Along the boulevards already in existence there have sprung up a number 
of mansions of a most magnificent character, and contracts have already been 
let for several similar residences on the boulevards either in course of construc- 
tion or authorized by the Legislature. The boulevard idea has thoroughly per- 
meated the residence section of St. Louis, and is exercising a most beneficial 
influence upon it. Few cities in the country now afford more agreeable sur- 
prises in the way of suburban beauty than the great commercial and manufac- 
turing metropolis of the West and Southwest. 


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TW O little squares of card-board lying on my desk first suggested the idea of 
J- compiling an industrial and commercial rhumb of prominent American 
industries. 


Cristoval Colon, 


Grover Cleveland, 

Atmirante, 


President , 

Bilbao, 1492, San Salvador. 


Chicago, 111., 1893, Washington, D.C. 


Two bits of white card-board, epigrammatic commentaries on a span of four 
centuries of history, during which the darkness of superstition and ignorance 
had been forced to give way to the light of modern civilization. The quadri- 
centenary anniversary of the Columbian discovery of America which the world’s 
nations will celebrate with us this year is the grateful testimonial of a progres- 
sive age to the sturdy commander through whose pluck the Western Hemi- 
sphere was opened to the peoples of the earth. 

The imagination, given retrospective play, flits from the lateen sails and 
the oars of the Santa Maria to the modern twin-screw palaces which make the 
oceanic ferriage on almost phenomenal time. The arquebuse and halberd of the 
early Spanish voyager have given way to modern breech-loading arms, both 
large and small, and the inventive genius of man, broadened under the free 
heavens of our glorious country and our liberal laws, has challenged the bar- 
riers of ignorance with a bold defiance. The Chicago Fair will challenge the 
world in competitive tilt to disprove the claim that ours is almost the foremost 
nation in the world in all those riches, both mental and material, which the 
world counts to-day as necessary to such greatness. 

The World’s Fair, happily located about midway between the mighty 
oceans on whose broad waters the adventurous Spanish discoverers were the 
first to fling their standards, as the avant-courriers of a new era, stands as the 
gate-way symbolical through whose portals the nineteenth century extends its 
hand of welcome to the coming century of progress and advance. 

The Edison of our day stands as the Columbus of light, the grandly mag- 
nificent genius to whose master mind the elements have had to yield their 
secrets and the lightnings acknowledge their servitude. The musty foul-smell- 
ing lamp, by whose dingy light the early navigator studied his midnight charts, 
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has given way to the brilliant electric candle, at sea as well as on shore. 
Through the long vista of four centuries of time the brilliant sun of a new era, 
whose first rays were born to the world at San Salvador, has gained in radiance, 
until in the refulgence of its light we stand to-day seeing clearly before us the 
certainty of a future whose possibilities are immeasurably great. 

Probably to an uninquiring man the electric arts are full of mystery, attain- . 
ing their results with a complication of apparatus and a subtlety of principle 
that excuse from any pretence of deep knowledge. Yet he who would gain a 
little information as to the grand advances made of late years in the domain of 
applied electricity will find it acquired very easily. There may have been an 
age when it was a true philosophy to “ drink deep or taste not” of the spring of 
scientific lore, but to-day either the average of popular intelligence has risen 
or the great truths of science have so broadened out into simple generalizations 
that it is no longer necessary to sit thirsty in the dark. He that runs may 
read; he that glances may learn. Moreover, scientific truth is no longer of 
repellent mien and austere front, but gracious of presence, soft of speech, and 
ready to do service to any that will it. It is she who enlists the noble en- 
thusiasms of the age for geographical research ; it is she who commands the 
devotion of investigators and the genius of inventors ; it is she who invites to 
all the great discoveries, the fate-controlling improvements, and the universal 
comforts that enlarge, enrich, and elevate our race. Not to know something of 
her gifts, and the manner of her giving, is to deny one’s self the keenest of 
pleasures. 

In the study of electricity we find not only a story full of interest, appeal- 
ing strongly to the sympathies and the imagination, but an art built up from 
the simplest elements. Handle these elements, and what are they? A five- 
cent nickel and a one-cent piece placed in contact either side of the tongue, and 
they represent all that is involved in the strongest electric battery. Rub a frag- 
ment of glass on your sleeve, and you are fellow-worker with the thunder- 
clouds. Take a bit of iron wire, a coil of copper wire, a little iron sheet or steel 
bar, a tiny swinging magnet, and you have the raw materials that Faraday, 
Morse, Henry, Bell, Edison, and other pioneers had. Like them, you may, if 
you will and can, lead the world into new realms of wonder, delight, and wealth. 
With these familiar things, you shall amplify the faculties of hearing and sight, 
teach new methods of light and warmth, endow mankind with new sources of 
power, and prove another Columbus on the broad sea of electrical research. 

Did you ever stop to study, even with casual curiosity, a telephone ? What 
is it, after all ? Just the tremor of a little disk of metal in New York respond- 
ing to the pressure of a voice on a pellet of carbon in Philadelphia. Simple, 
surely. We cannot comprehend all that goes on in those devices, any more 
than Tennyson understood all that was meant by the flower he had plucked 
out of the crannied wall, but we discover some of the secrets of Nature, as did 
he some of her alchemy. Or have you ever picked up an incandescent lamp ? 
There isn’t much of it. “ A glass ball full of nothing” is one definition ; but 
it has something inside. The air has been sucked out, and for that reason 
the fragile loop of charred bamboo in the globe will give light for hundreds 
and thousands of hours while an electric current from the distant dynamo is 
going through it. A glass bulb, a loop of carbon, a current of electricity 
turned on or off like water, coming over a wire as water flows through a pipe, 
and you have the purest, sweetest, cleanest light that man ever created ! 


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Of course there was a great deal to learn before any of these materials and 
ideas could fructify. It has been said that the way of the transgressor is hard ; 
but the way of the inventor is harder. You can vote your stock by proxy, or 
send an apology for absence from a funeral, or be represented at a wedding by 
a present, but you cannot invent in such a fashion. An inventor has to do his 
own thinking. When he begins, he has generally a lot of chaos on hand. Then 
through a series of cataclysms, revolutions, cumbrous forms, and periods of 
transition, he works down to the simple, necessary, inevitable, and complete, 
and at last pronounces it good. But how can we take count of the lonely night 
vigils, the ghastly mistakes that lead into morasses or to the foot of precipices, 
the inward doubt and misgivings, the scepticism of friends, the scorn of enemies, 
the weariness, poverty, toil ? Or how shall we measure the bitterness and in- 
dignation when in the hour of costly achievement some voice is heard pro- 
claiming that the inventor is a charlatan, that the invention is old, and that it 
was all known and done long ago ? The Biblical youth who had “ done all 
these things from his youth up” isn’t a patch on the modern “ anticipator” who 
invented your invention before you were born. 

But in the long run substantial justice is dealt out, and in these progressive 
times it is seldom that a patient inventor with meritorious discoveries and pro- 
cesses fails of securing the aid and support of capital. In fact, it might fairly 
be asserted that capital is too bold rather than too shy in taking up patents and 
trying to utilize them for the good of the world. Another encouraging sign is 
that all the international exhibitions and world’s fairs of the present century 
are essentially and intentionally a gathering of the nations to honor the great 
inventions and the great inventors of the age. The American people celebrate 
at Chicago this year in the Columbian World’s Fair the four-hundredth anni- 
versary of a momentous event, and in doing so they will present there the 
triumphs of modern explorers in the spiritual realm of new ideas as well as the 
trophies of modern pioneers from the virgin domain of new arts. 



ELECTRICITY BUILDING. 


Where shall we find an art and a science more typical of daring and 
adventure than that of electricity? and where shall we find more substantial 
industries than those which have been built up during the past ten years from 
the humblest beginnings? A fine building has been specially dedicated to the 
purposes of electricity, and there the General Electric Company, which has 


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gathered together under its direction and management the fundamental systems 
and the best apparatus in electric light, power, traction, mining, deposition, 
and other branches, will make a display of the utmost educational value. 
Electricity Building, where the main display of the General Electric Company 
will be made, is one of the largest in Jackson Park, presenting the sharpest con- 
trast to the modest r6le which electricity played at the Philadelphia Centennial 
in 1876, when but the faintest glimmer of one arc light was seen, and when the 
feeble infautile voice of the telephone was heard for the first time. 

So vast and universal are the operations of the General Electric Company 
that no part of the United States is to-day without some of its apparatus in con- 
stant use. New York and Philadelphia bask in the beams of its electric arc 
lights. Boston and New Orleans use its electric cars. Our new navy and the 
Mississippi steamboats carry its search-lights. Busy mills in New England and 
thousands of factories and shops from Savannah to San Francisco use its elec- 
tric motors. In the coal-pits of Pennsylvania and the silver shafts of Colorado 
its mining machinery is adding enormously to the mineral wealth of the people. 
Its incandescent lamps are numbered by the million and glow nightly in every 
city of the Union. 

After long and vexatious litigation, in which every possible argument was 
adduced and every effort put forth by the opposing parties, the incandescent 
lamp has been declared by the judges of the United States courts of last resort 
to be exclusively the invention of Edison. In this they followed the rulings 
of their European compeers, who long ago awarded to him the credit which his 
ingenuity merited. The turning of the long lane was reached, and justice was 
done. 

The Edison Company, which is part of the General Electric Company, has 
now the sole right to manufacture incandescent lamps in the United States. 



THE ELECTRIC LOCOMOTIVE. 


The railroads, too, which span the surface of this country, and intertwine 
and ramify into every industrial centre, are threatened with the necessity of 
bowing to the potency of the new power. In the factories of the General 


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549 


Electric Company there are slowly assuming tangible shape, huge electric loco- 
motives weighing ninety tons, which will be used at first to draw long lines of 
passenger-coaches through tunnels, and adding to the comfort of both passen- 
gers and railway men. 


These locomotives are to be tried on the Baltimore and Ohio Railroad. 
Their success once assured, the steam locomotive, with its noisy obtrusiveness 
and dirty smoke, will, in all likelihood, soon prove a thing of the past, a power 
agent elbowed by electricity into a secondary place. 

But it will be at the great World’s Fair in Chicago that the public will have 
a full opportunity of witnessing and appreciating the work of this company in 
placing within everybody’s reach the means of best enjoying the services of 
electricity. In one place, and for the first time, will be gathered together 
models and machinery showing the growth, exemplifying the perfection at- 
tained, and emphasizing the colossal proportions of the industry launched by 
Edison, Thomson, Houston, Van Depoele, and a host of other inventors whose 
patents it controls. Not less than sixteen thousand square feet of space in the 
Electricity Building has been allotted to the splendid exhibit to be made by 
this company, which will occupy the entire central space and radiate a certain 
distance down each of the wings of the nave and transept. But even this is in- 
sufficient, and visitors will be even better able to judge of the General Electric 
Company’s work by what it does in other buildings and on the grounds. 



manufactures and lireral arts building, world’s fair. (Illuminated by General Electric 

Company.) 


The centre of the exhibit will be occupied by a triumphal column eighty 
feet in height. The effulgence of the thousands of Edison lamps hung thereon 
will embody the very spirit of light. Around this will be grouped samples of 
all the different classes of apparatus manufactured by the General Electric Com- 
pany, showing the evolution from the crude experimental model of only a few 
years ago to the perfected device of the present day. The most approved style 
of motors for railway service, the latest and most successful devices for use in 
coal and metal mines calculated to render labor therein less arduous and life 
more secure, machinery for the illumination of our war vessels and cruisers, 
applications of electricity for the manipulation of the great guns, the hoisting 
of huge shot and explosives to the gun-breech, the discovery of the enemy’s 
range, and the manoeuvring of the vessel itself, and motors for all classes of 
power work, will be there. A special space will also be set aside for the display 
of the different forms of electrical meters and measuring instruments. 



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Part of the space will be devoted especially to the particular inventions of 
Mr. Edison. The phonograph, the use of which is so rapidly extending, will 
be there for the delectation of thousands, the newly-discovered kinetograph, 
which will perpetuate the gestures and portrait of the speaker as well as his 
voice, and many other electrical wonders which a magician alone knows how to 
call into being. 

The illumination of the greater part of the Electricity Building will form 
another part of the exhibit, and will afford an excellent idea of the splendor of 



world’s fair electric launch. 


the decorative effects which can be obtained by the flexibility of the electric 
current and the miniature lamps, which have recently been invented, and are 
now being made by the Company. 

These small lamps will glow not only all over the exhibit, but also around 
the interior of the building, and their variegated colors, blending with the hues 
of the decorations, scintillating and flashing, will produce a scene of singularly 
striking beauty. 

To the General Electric Company has been awarded the stupendous task 
of illuminating the formidable interior of the Manufactures and Liberal Arts 
Building. The abnormal, height of this building destroys the perspective. 
This, however, is restored by five huge metal crowns or coronas, some eighty 
feet in diameter, suspended from the trusses and carrying on their edges arc 
lamps, each of two-thousand-candle power. Not less than seventeen hundred 
arc lights will be required to illuminate this immense edifice. With the excep- 
tion of a few lamps, the entire arc lighting of the grounds and buildings of the 
Fair will also be done by this company. 

The illumination of the fountains by electricity at night, metamorphosing 
the lagoon in front of the Administration Building into a marvellously beauti- 
ful scene from fairy-land, will be done by the same master hand. The one hun- 
dred and one General Electric launches — American gondolas — which will take 
the visitor from point to point will be propelled by the company’s motors and 



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operated by its apparatus. The overhead Intramural Railroad will be operated 
by current generated from the General Electric Company’s immense fifteen- 
hundred kilowatt dynamos, actuating railway motors of the same make ; and, 
last but not least, the entire electrical equipment of the battle-ship Illinois* 
which is to form the most complete and splendid naval exhibit ever conceived, 
is in the hands of the General Company. 



BATTLE-SHIP ILLINOIS. 

Each of these exhibits has its own charm and instruction. “ Mix your 
paint with brains,” was the advice once given to a young artist ; and this dis- 
play embodies even more forcibly the lesson that with genius and perseverance 
the simplest materials may be wrought into objects of permanent utility and 
supremest beauty. 

There is another side to this wonderful exhibit of the General Electric 
Company which has just been hinted at, — namely, the effect on the public wel- 
fare. All this apparatus has sprung into being as a response to the call for 
something better than was known before. Discontent is divine, and, while it 
spurs on the inventor to improvements and refinements and new departures, it 
instils in the public breast a yearning for these very things. The electric light 
is used because it is the best light extant. The electric car is demanded be- 
cause it is the most satisfactory means of travel. Electric power is popular 
because it is convenient, economical, and safe. Electric heat is gaining ground 
because it warms and cooks in the cleanest, directest way ever hit upon. And 
so on to the end of the chapter. Nobody buys electrical apparatus as a com- 
pliment to electricity. The General Electric Company has, it is true, all the 
fundamental controlling patents on its various classes of apparatus, but that 
alone would not help it to make a single sale. It does a business of millions of 
dollars every year simply and solely because all this apparatus, shown illustra- 
tively at the World’s Fair, touches some public want and meets the requirement 
with the fullest satisfaction. We are living in an age when the standard of 
comfort is universally so high that the market is insatiable for better appliances 
than were adequate to the primitive needs of our forefathers. We are all sharers 
in the feeling that anything which can lighten labor and abridge the hours of 
toil, by more scientific distribution of power and swifter travel between home 
and work, must be encouraged and adopted. This it is that plants the General 
Electric Company on the broad platform of a nation’s needs ; this it is that 
makes electricity the regnant agency of human progress four hundred years 
after Columbus. 

There is scarcely another branch of American industry in which native 
genius has arrived at such a point of excellence and perfection as in the manu- 



552 INDUSTRIAL , SCIENTIFIC, AND COMMERCIAL. 

facture of food products of all kinds. The canning and food preservative indus- 
tries have done as much to add to our commercial prosperity as almost any other. 

Whether the foods which are preserved here are indigenous to the country 
or not, there is scarcely another nation which has brought the preserving in- 
dustry to the same state of perfection as the American. This fact was forcibly 
impressed upon me during a residence of several years in South America and 
Australia. I found everywhere, in all parts of those vast continents, American 
foods of all kinds, palatably preserved and temptingly put up. 

It seemed strange to me to find the products of the antipodes, which had 
been shipped to the United States in bulk, manufactured, prepared, put into 
marketable shape, and returned to the land of their growth for consumption. 
While at San Domingo, for instance, I spent several days on the plantation of 
one of the most prominent cocoa-growers, and it was with considerable feeling 
of pride that I found that my morning cup of chocolate had been prepared for 
me by an American house at Dorchester, Mass. I had eaten guava prepared 


BIRD’S-EYE VIEW OF W. BAKER & CO.’S MILLS, DORCHESTER, MASS. 

in New York, cocoanuts desiccated in Philadelphia, oranges preserved in Bos- 
ton, Mexican meats canned in Chicago, in all parts of the world, but I confess 
that I never before felt the same American pride in our manufactures as when 
my Spanish host told me that the Dorchester preparation of cocoa had sup- 
planted the European product in almost all the West Indian islands. 

On my return to the States, I wrote of my experience to Messrs. Walter 
Baker & Co., and was invited by them to visit, at my first opportunity, their 
factory in Dorchester. The visit proved a revelation. I had looked upon 
chocolates of all kinds as luxuries. I came away from their factory satisfied in 
my own mind that chocolate is a food. It contains nutritive properties of the 
very highest quality, besides which it possesses peculiar constituents which 
entitle it to rank as a luxury also. I refer first to flavoring matters, and sec- 
ondly to its active principle, theobromine, a nutritive stimulant. 

Good cocoa is a comforting nutritive article of the highest value, which 
should be prepared, not by the addition of foreign ingredients, containing in- 



INDUSTRIAL , SCIENTIFIC , AND COMMERCIAL. 553 

junous alkaloids, but by perfectly natural and mechanical means. This seems 
the only rational way of preparing food articles. We do not try to render the 
albuminoids of wheat and other grains soluble by means of outside chemicals ; 
for that reason I never could understand why a perfect assimilation of cocoa 
could not take place without a previous chemical treatment which may have 
injurious effect upon the digestive organs. 

It is, of course, of primary importance to obtain only pure cocoa, of the 
highest quality, and free from the admixture of any foreign matter, and it 
naturally goes without saying that no manufacturer can succeed in creating a 
national demand for his goods unless the products of his mills and factories are 
of such high grade and standard as to insure a uniform excellence. 

The famous German chemist, Baron von Liebig, says cocoa is “ a perfect 
food, as wholesome as delicious, a beneficent restorer of exhausted power; but 
its quality must be good, and it must be carefully prepared. It is highly nour- 
ishing and easily digested, and is fitted to repair wasted strength, preserve 
health, and prolong life. It agrees with dry temperaments and convalescents; 
with mothers who nurse their children ; with those whose occupations oblige 
them to undergo severe mental strains ; with public speakers, and with all those 
who give to work a portion of the time needed for sleep. It soothes both stom- 
ach and brain, and for this reason, as well as for others, it is the best friend of 
those engaged in literary pursuits.” 

The manufacture of cocoa and chocolate was known to the aborigines of 
the Caribbean Islands when Columbus first set foot upon these shores. The 
process of manufacture was about as imperfect, crude, and unclean as anything 
that could be well imagined, but even in that crude state its introduction into 
Europe by Columbus, on his return from America, was hailed by the nobles as 
among the greatest discoveries which the master mariner had succeeded in making. 

In their early history, cocoa and chocolate were used only as luxuries, and 
it required the pushing active genius of the Yankee inventor, together with his 
indomitable pluck, to create a demand so large as to make them food necessi- 
ties. Year by year cocoa and chocolate, as beverages, are gaining in popularity, 
and I have it from indisputable evidence that the output of this one Dorchester 
firm alone is larger than that of any other establishment of the same kind on 
this continent. 

Fully to appreciate either cocoa or chocolate at their best, they should be 
prepared as a regular beverage for the table. It is the object of all cooking, 
primarily, to render materials more palatable and nutritious, and consequently 
more digestible. 

I never could understand why, in preparing cocoa and chocolate for the 
table, the world seems to think that it can depart with impunity from the law a 
of cooking. Certain extractive principles of cocoa are soluble only in water 
which has reached the boiling-point, and only at that temperature is the starch 
which the cocoa contains thoroughly cooked. 

To merely scald cocoa is not to fully extract from it its deliciously nutritive 
qualities, and while the powder may be in suspension, and swallowed with the 
water, to be digested, the beverage thus prepared is as little like good cocoa or 
good chocolate as boiled coffee is like the Mocha which has been properly 
scalded. Cocoa has been called “ food for the gods.” It was one of Columbus’* 
first tributes which he exacted from America, and for that reason nothing can 
be more eminently fitting than that an American firm, manufacturers of cocoa, 


554 INDUSTRIAL , SCIENTIFIC , AND COMMERCIAL. 

should in time be able to lend such powerful aid to our national tribute to 
Columbus. 

The last decade has seen advances made in the medical profession com- 
pared to which the many other humanitarian innovations and improvements sink 
into an insignificant shade. Pasteur, Koch, Brown-S6quard, Oppenheim, S6e, 
Keeley, and a role of honored names extending into the hundreds, have added 
brilliant testimony to the incontrovertible fact that the dying years of the nine- 
teenth century presage for the years to come a future of inestimable scientific 
grandeur and greatness. 

The active researches carried into every domain of medicine within the 
last decade, by the most pertinacious analysts, thinkers, and investigators, have 
none of them been excelled either in scientific or in humanitarian results by 
those attained by Dr. Keeley in his now famous “Double Chloride of Gold 
Cure,” for alcoholism as well as the opium habit. No discovery of recent times 
has given rise to so much acrimonious discussion in the old school of medicine 
as well as in that part of the laity represented by the newspaper press as the 
Keeley Cure. 

Ten per cent, will cover the number of unfortunates who are reclaimed by 
a purely moral treatment, and it is doubtful whether any of this number have 
really passed the first stages of alcoholism. In direct juxtaposition to the 
results claimed for the cure of alcoholism previous to the treatment introduced 
by Dr. Keeley stands the incontestable fact, for instance, that at the Keeley In- 
stitute at White Plains, where more than a thousand victims of alcohol have 
been treated, over ninety-five per cent, have been reclaimed. 

The same marvellous results have been noted at Canandaigua, Binghamton, 
Westfield, and Babylon, in the State of New York. In the face of such incon- 
testable facts, quackery, which already claims hundreds of so-called “ alcohol 
cures,” must hide its brazen face for very shame. The United States Govern- 
ment has adopted the Keeley Cure at the Military Home at Leavenworth, 
Kansas, with the following results : of three hundred and four patients treated, 
two hundred and seventy-nine were absolutely cured, making the ratio of lapses 
only a trifle over eight per cent. On the authority of Andrew J. Smith, Gov- 
ernor of the Home, I quote: “Not one has been lost by death, although many 
who were treated were upon the verge of the grave. About one hundred and 
fifty graduates have organized three companies of infantry and a section of 
artillery.” At the last meeting of the Board of Control of the Soldiers’ Home 
at Bath, New York, it was decided to institute the Keeley Cure permanently 
there, largely because of the fact of the enthusiastic endorsements of the cure 
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"IMPROVEMENT THE ORDER OF THE AGE.” 

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OBACCO 
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For sale by all first-class druggists, or sent by mall on r> 
.00. Ask for HILL’S Tablets, and take no others. 

THE OHIO CHEMICAL CO., 

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HILL’S CHLORIDE OF GOLDTaoxeis 

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Mention Lippincott’s. 


A. W. FABER’S LEAD PENCILS, 

Pen-holders, Rubber Bands, and Pencil Sharpeners. 

If you cannot obtain these goods from your Stationer, send 80 cents for samples. 

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CHICAGO. SOLE AGENT AND MANUFACTURER. NEW YORK. 


ESTABLISHED 1846. 

FRANKLIN 

PRINTING INK WORKS, 

JOHN WOODRUFF’S SONS, 

1217 and. 1219 Cherry Street, 

PHILADELPHIA, PA. 

This Magazine is printed with JohnWoodruff’s Sons* Inks. 


INDELIBLE INK. 

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For 30 Days. To introduce our CRAYON PORTRAITS we make this Special Offer: Send 

us a Cabinet Picture, Photograph or any picture of yourself or any member 
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Are constructed on scientific principles to meet every requirement for pure drinking-water. The 
filtering medium will remove CHOLERA, TYPHOID AND AH DISEASE GERMS. 

The Filter is applicable to city water supply or for cistern or well water. Medals and diplomas 
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SURGEON-GENERAL BERGIN, in charge of the quarantine service in the lower St. Law- 
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cholera bv transmission of germs in drinking water.” 

PROFESSOR JOHN MARSHALL, of the University of Pennsylvania, says “The Pasteur 
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Letters Patent of the United States covering any germ-proof filtering medium of unglazed por- 
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see for this country, warns all infringers, whether makers, sellers or users, to respect our rights under 
penalty of prosecution. Write us for Catalogue and prices. Discounts to dealers only. 

THE PASTEUR-CHAMBERLAND FILTER CO., Dayton, Ohio, U. S. A. 

Sole Licensee for the United States, Canada and Mexico. 


WOOD’S 


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Is a distinct step forward ; a decided improvement upon common porous plas- 
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ACTINA,” 


The Great 




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only CATARRH cure. 

THIS WONDERFUL ELECTRO- 
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jgtg^Agents wanted. Write for Terms. 

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lOiil Main St., Kansas City, Mo. 
608 Olive St., St. Louis, Mo. 


DOES 

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Head 

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Prop, of the famous “ Roseline” for tlie complexion. 

riTAI 17|} A Coming! You need not 
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Sent for three 2-cent stamps. 

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The Best Way to Secure Satisfactory 
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World’s Colombian Exposition 

IS THROUGH THE 

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No. 37 Alma St., Alleghany, Penna. writes : Derma-Royale 
works like a charm. My face was covered with freckles 
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